The Devil Wears Prada (10/10)
by Tony Medley
Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway),
just out of college, gets a job as assistant to Miranda Priestly (Meryl
Streep), the editor of “Runway Magazine,” and New York’s fashion maven.
Andy is the second assistant, behind the bitchy Emily (Emil Blunt, who
comes close to stealing the picture), who is anally ambitious. Miranda’s
right-hand man is Nigel (Stanley Tucci), who is as horrified as everyone
else when he meets Andy and sees how she’s dressed.
This is just a brilliant
satire, that’s all I can say. It should become an instant classic, a
film you can see over and over and over and still enjoy, much like
“Casablanca.” Who can’t watch Casablanca and not enjoy it as much the
tenth time as the first? I don’t see movies twice, but I could see
‘Prada again tomorrow.
The only weaknesses of the
film are Andy’s boyfriend, Nate (Adrian Grenier), a chef, and two other
friends, Lilly (Tracie Thoms), and Doug (Rich Sommer). These people are
such jerks I couldn’t figure out if it was just a biting commentary on
today’s 20 somethings, or if director David Frankel (TV’s “Sex and the
City”) really thinks that they are cool people. They all rubbed me the
wrong way. I wouldn’t want to spend any time with any of them. However,
to be fair since I’m not a 20 something woman, I asked a couple of them
what they thought of Grenier, and the consensus was that he is a hottie.
Fortunately, Nate and Lilly and Doug are not in many scenes, so they did
not ruin the film for me, although the story line doesn’t end as well
for me as “Casablanca.” Andy is eventually pursued by a big time writer,
Christian Thompson (Simon Baker), who seemed like a good match to me,
even if he is a trifle, uh, experienced.
As entertaining as are the
relationships among Miranda and Andy and Emily, are the clothes. If
costume designer Pat Field doesn’t win an Oscar for this film, well,
something’s seriously wrong in Hollywood (hahahaha; is there anybody out
there who has watched the last several Oscar shows who really takes them
seriously as awards for the best in film?). Field used designs from a
plethora of major designers, Valentino (who appears in a cameo), Donna
Karan, Bill Blass, Galliano, and Prada. Forget the dialogue; each scene
is a revelation of fashion.
Meryl Streep gives a
wonderful performance as Miranda, who is a boss of all bosses, and
clearly knows her power. Tucci is equally entertaining. But the best of
all is Blunt, who plays the bitchy, ambition-obsessed Emily with a deft
touch. I’ll give her the Best Supporting Actress Oscar right now.
This is brilliant and funny.
Don’t miss it.
June 23, 2006