Although Priscilla and Euphoria drastically differ in style and tone, their employment of Jacob Elordi is surprisingly similar. Here, Yasmin Omar delves into his characters’ emotional manipulation, sexual control and fearsome violence.
Content warning: this article contains discussion of domestic violence.
We can’t help falling in love with Jacob Elordi. And the characters he plays know it. The mere suggestion of his affection is enough to drive Sydney Sweeney’s Cassie to the brink of mental collapse in Euphoria (2019–) – despite her claims she’s ‘never, ever been happier!’ – and Barry Keoghan’s Oliver to lap up his semen-tainted bathwater in Saltburn (2023). In fact, the centripetal force of Elordi’s charisma is how he got the part of the Elvis Presley in Priscilla, since his first meeting with writer-director Sofia Coppola had everyone around them angling towards him like moths to a flame, as they do everywhere he goes. (The opening sentence of his recent GQ profile sums it up best: ‘The girls are hyperventilating.’)
Off screen, Jacob Elordi is the lanky golden boy with the little handbag, telling fans who call him beautiful that they are too. On it, in his breakout TV and film roles, it’s another story. Sam Levinson’s flashy, glitter-encrusted HBO show Euphoria, with its music-video aesthetic, doesn’t have all that much in common with Coppola’s beautifully restrained biopic Priscilla – save for a throwaway Euphoria line about Elvis’ drug problem.
Elordi’s characters are the fulcrum that connects these wildly different projects. His vengeful jock Nate Jacobs in Euphoria, and controlling husband Elvis Presley in Priscilla, are both violent, inconsiderate partners who prioritise their own desires above all else, and bend their girlfriends to their will. The Nate-Maddy (Alexa Demie) and Elvis-Priscilla (Cailee Spaeny) pairings offer a cracked-mirror version of love, splintered by the hulking rage of Elordi’s characters. To cut to the core of these brutish men, we must skip over the halcyon days of the couples’ early courtship – the daily bouquet in the locker (Euphoria), the doting long-distance phone calls (Priscilla) – and consider how they manipulate their partners once their relationships are more firmly established.
A disturbing detail about Elvis’ amorous pursuit of Priscilla (beyond the fact that she was 14 years old when they began seeing each other) is that he treats her as his Pygmalion, moulding her into an image befitting his platonic ideal of Elvis’ Girlfriend. She is young and guileless enough that he can, and does, shape her cultural references, instructing her to watch On the Waterfront (1954) and read the ecclesiastical texts he’s into. She is the vessel into which he pours himself; her personality is secondary. That he baptises her Cilla, and no one else in the film uses this nickname, indicates that he is bestowing a new identity upon her. This is most apparent during Priscilla’s makeover. In cinema, such fashion montages are usually joyful moments of self-expression set to chipper pop songs in the female-only sanctuary of a changing room. Here, however, it is a sublimation of Priscilla, who, at her boyfriend’s behest, must make way for Cilla.
Elordi’s lounging Elvis is completely at ease, leg propped onto the sofa’s armrest, surrounded by his boys, while an uncomfortable Priscilla totters into the room again and again to be appraised by them, to weather their encouraging, if creepy, whistling. The Elvis-approved clothes she tries on, with their plunging necklines and predominantly blue colour palette, starkly contrast with her former wardrobe, which was softer, more high-necked, more girlish. He quickly shuts down Priscilla’s concern that her new look is ‘too sophisticated’ for her – Elvis needs her to leapfrog from adolescence into womanhood to swerve any pushback about his dating a teenager – and dismisses the patterned, chocolate-coloured gown that she likes (‘I hate brown, it reminds me of the army’). The next scene, in which she debuts her (Elvis-adjacent) black bouffant hairstyle, kohl-winged eyes and an aquamarine off-the-shoulder dress, highlights her anxiety because she’s shown pulling the garment up to better cover her chest, clearly self-conscious. Priscilla may be a fresh-faced brunette in a fluffy, baby-pink cardigan, but Cilla is a heavily made-up vamp in satin gowns, minidresses and lingerie – and she’ll just have to get used to it.
Nate, much like Elvis, polices what his girlfriend wears in Euphoria, with a crucial difference. Where Elvis wants to sexualise Priscilla, Nate is trying to desexualise Maddy. After a typically angry phone call with her as they try to locate each other at a carnival (S1 E4), Nate finds Maddy, takes one look at her trousers with cut-outs to the hipbone and crop top, and exclaims, ‘Yo, why are you dressed like a hooker?’ It’s a typically misogynistic Nate line – this is someone who opens conversations with comments like ‘Yo, so Cassie’s a whore’ – that speaks to his insecurity. He doesn’t want his girlfriend to sexually appeal to other men. As Maddy tells it, through the drowsily delivered voiceover from Zendaya’s Rue that anchors the show: ‘That’s the thing with guys like Nate, they don’t actually want a person. They want something they can own and possess.’
Elvis ‘possesses’ Priscilla, in that he stows her away like a porcelain doll in his Graceland toybox, but not in the biblical sense. A tension in their relationship is that she (a hormone-fuelled teenage girl, let’s not forget) wants to sleep with him, and he won’t touch her. He is a global sex symbol who withholds sex, proving as unyielding as a spritz of AquaNet hairspray. Throughout Priscilla’s plentiful bedroom-set scenes, she repeatedly moves to unbutton Elvis’ monogrammed silk pyjamas and, every time, he shrugs her off. He will be the one to decide when they consummate their union, thank you very much.
Furthermore, he’s getting the sexual gratification Priscilla so craves elsewhere, as the gossip magazines she busies herself with while Elvis is on the road breathlessly report on his romances with Nancy Sinatra, Ann-Margret, etc. One day, back in bed after another sexual rebuttal, Priscilla snaps. ‘Cilla, this isn’t gonna work if you don’t share my ideas and philosophies, and a lot of women wanna share that with me,’ he threatens, reminding her of her unstable position in his life. ‘I see a mad woman.’ To which she claps back: ‘No, a woman with needs who needs to be desired.’ Her pleas for sex go unacknowledged. It’s only after seven years, on their wedding night, that Elvis finally relents. For him, her chastity is paramount.
Notwithstanding the decades that separate him from Elvis Presley, Euphoria’s Nate Jacobs still subscribes to this same, antiquated Madonna-whore complex. Before going all the way with Maddy (S1 E2), he quizzes her about her sexual history: ‘So, you’re a virgin?’ ‘Like, totally?’ ‘What about, like, have you ever been fingered?’ The production design for Maddy’s bedroom, where their first sexual encounter takes place, plays up her youth and innocence through a pastel-pink colour scheme, twinkling fairy lights and protective bed curtains (the styling is very Sofia Coppola). Demie too, usually a picture of tight-fitting, skin-baring sexiness on the show, is instead costumed in frilly, pristine-white lingerie with a massive bow on her bra, a present to be unwrapped. As if the symbolism of her white underwear wasn’t clear enough, Maddy’s also fiddling with the gold crucifix around her neck – Sam Levinson can (and has) been accused of many things, but never of being a subtle filmmaker.
Three episodes later, Maddy (again via Rue’s narration) reveals to us that she wasn’t a virgin when she hooked up with Nate, and lied because ‘she could tell from Nate’s eyes how much it meant to him, that she was 100% his’. She is performing purity to ensnare him, aware that he wouldn’t want her if she were, to adopt the regrettable, patriarchal phrase, ‘damaged goods’. When Nate and Maddy start regularly having sex, its depiction is pretty troubling. There’s no romance or intimacy or sensuality. In fact, it’s downright aggressive: she’s invariably face down on the bed, he’s pushing her skull into the mattress with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other. Sex and violence are intertwined on Euphoria, especially with regard to Nate Jacobs. Many of his dastardly deeds – chief among them blackmailing Maddy at gunpoint (S2 E6) – take place in bedrooms, at nighttime. A startling shot in S1 E2 shows Nate beating up Lukas Gage’s Tyler for ‘assaulting’ Maddy (he didn’t, it was consensual) in a bedroom, but we only see Nate’s pummelling fists and the mattress, not Tyler. It’s a neat synthesis of the show’s wider commentary on masculinity, sexuality and abuse.
The violence in Priscilla and Euphoria is made all the more pronounced by Jacob Elordi’s towering, 6′5″ frame. He emphasises his threatening aura by looming over his much smaller co-stars (Spaeny stands at 5′1″, Demie 5′6″). There are almost identical moments in Coppola’s film and Levinson’s series where Elordi blocks the actresses against a wall, arm outstretched to pin them in place, and cranes his neck down towards them. It’s spine-tinglingly sinister, a taste of the raging outbursts yet to come from his characters.
Priscilla charts the gradual escalation of Elvis’ abuse, illustrating how each domestic-violence incident becomes more and more explosive. We first see him get physical with his partner during a pillow fight, when she playfully hits him with hers and he wallops her back with such a force that she hides in the bathroom, crying. Then, he grabs her by the arm – Coppola’s camera looking up at Elvis from Priscilla’s diminutive viewpoint – drags her out of the room, and throws her clothes into a suitcase, bellowing all the while. Finally, the most egregious, is his hurling of a desk chair at her head during a meeting, after she agrees that the new music sent by his label isn’t very good. Although his behaviour is increasingly alarming, Elvis deflects, blaming his ‘momma’s temper’. It’s a standard line abusers invoke to free themselves from accountability, which, for Priscilla as her first experience of love, is incredibly damaging (it mirrors Maddy’s dispiriting resignation after being attacked by Nate ‘love is a million things, sometimes it feels good, sometimes it feels bad’).
Where Priscilla backloads its male lead’s violence, Euphoria makes it clear from the start. In one of those heady, quick-cutting montages the show has become known for (S1 E2), Levinson maps out Nate’s relationship with Maddy by placing us in his subjectivity. On an otherwise beautiful sunny day, Nate is walking Maddy home and thinking about all the men who want to hurt her, from ‘college guys who wouldn’t think twice about drugging her’ to ‘lonely guys who’d spot her at a mall, who’d rape her, torture her, sell her into sexual slavery’. We’re in his imagination as an anonymous man chloroforms a helpless Maddy, tethers her wrists and ankles, and stuffs her into the boot of his car.
Nate’s inner monologue (through Rue) reveals he doesn’t like to think about such things, a point undermined by the upsetting images we’ve just seen, and him shooting Maddy’s assailant in the head seconds later. This is our introduction to the Nate and Maddy love story: its foundations are built on a bedrock of violence. His subsequent choking of her (S1 E4) – which gets him expelled from school and Maddy’s mother pressing charges against him – is despicable, if not all that surprising. Perhaps most revealing is that this action, of putting his hands around her throat, reflects the position he assumes when they have sex. His conception of love is of control, possession and physical dominance.
‘I’d never do anything to harm you.’ ‘You know I’d never hurt you in any real way.’ ‘I’m not trying to hurt you.’ ‘I’d never do anything to hurt her.’ These inane platitudes, so similar as to be indecipherable from one another (for the record, the first two are by Elvis, the second two by Nate) are ultimately meaningless, for these characters continue to emotionally and physically wound their partners. Priscilla and Euphoria’s male leads, played with silken menace by Jacob Elordi, are emblems of the terrifying power of manipulative men. When their light shines upon you, you’re bathed in the warmth of their glow; when it doesn’t, you’re out in the cold.
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