Sofia Coppola’s Priscilla is not the first time the story of the woman married to the world’s most famous man has been told, but it’s the first time she’s gotten top billing. Even in the 1988 TV movie Elvis and Me, which, like Coppola’s film, is adapted from Priscilla Beaulieu Presley’s 1985 memoir, she comes second, identified only through her proximity to greatness. Priscilla hews so close to Presley’s book that watching it next to the earlier adaptation is at times like seeing double—refracted several times over when you add in the many other filmed versions of Elvis’ story in which Priscilla ranges from co-lead to bit player. But the more versions you watch, the more Coppola’s stands out, both for its fidelity to Priscilla’s perspective and its resistance to treating Elvis like a myth instead of a man.