“The Devil Wears Prada” directed by David Frankel and starring Meryl Streep as ruthless and cynical Miranda Priestly and Anne Hathaway as her new assistant Andy Sachs does not quite deliver the goods. Streep’s Oscar nomination certainly is justified but her performance does not save this film from being just about average with little to no depth and nothing to really motivate the viewer to get interested in any of the characters.
Despite the catchy film title you will not find any “devil” in whatever sense of the word and the “Prada” you get to see is worn by vain shallow characters who are only mildly entertaining and as tragic as a hair in your soup.
“The Devil” offers little comedy and no drama to speak of and counts on our willingness to engage in the story of this young woman who wants to aspire to become an editor and sells herself (no, not in THAT way, naughty you) to this “devil” called “Miranda” only to cut her bonds after realizing that she isn’t getting what she wants in return. Quite the opportunistic approach and hypocritical to boot not to mention, boring.
The lucky viewers finally get an insight on the color blue and how people with a clue – like Miranda – decide what you will wear, of course only in a watered down, washed out blueish kind of way since you can’t ever even dream of being able to afford the real “blue”. Funny, looking in my wardrobe I only have one blue sweater and I really couldn’t say what kind of blue but I do know it is an expensive blue.
Maybe this movie just isn’t for me but rather for all the Emilys out there who all have “very big shoes (with pointy heels) to fill” at some point.