![]() ![]() And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores, and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. Miranda Priestly: And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. Miranda Priestly: I think we need a jacket here. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets? And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You go to your closet and you select, I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. ![]() You think this has nothing to do with you. ![]() You know, I'm still learning about this stuff and, uh. both those belts look exactly the same to me. There are plot elements and the odd line that seem forced or formulaic, but the overall impression is fresh and stylish - an autumn/winter show that’s worth a look, even for the sartorially-challenged.Jocelyn: It's a tough call. But it’s relative newcomer Emily Blunt (My Summer Of Love) who very nearly steals the film as Miranda’s senior assistant Emily, veering brilliantly between Miranda-lite bitchery and moments of real despair (admittedly, despair that is occasioned by the threat of taking away her couture, but it’s real nevertheless).įrom New York high society to Paris Fashion Week, the combination of low comedy and high fashion works beautifully. ![]() The ever-dependable Stanley Tucci injects pathos into an underwritten part as the very camp and extremely shrewd art editor Nigel, Miranda’s right-hand man. It’s left to two other Runway employees to do the film’s comedic heavy-lifting. Miranda’s credo may be “fashion is fabulous” rather than “greed is good”, but make no mistake - this is Gordon Gekko with better hair. Soon her malign influence begins to warp her newest assistant, until Andy too finds herself adopting the values of her Mephistophelean mentor. Speaking in a soft, almost seductive monotone, she tears strips out of her assistants and withers unlucky editors with a glance - all while retaining a strange, charismatic hold over all around her. Streep, however, manages the formidable task of giving her capricious tyrant some humanity without diluting her essential awfulness. In the slave-and-tell novel on which the film is based, Priestly is an unkind caricature, allegedly based on legendary Vogue editor Anna Wintour. But, come next March, it will be Meryl Streep who receives her umpteenth Oscar nod for her role as the deliciously nasty Priestly. In the lead, Anne Hathaway continues her transition from cheery and freshfaced child star to cheery and freshfaced but accomplished adult actress (see also Havoc, reviewed this issue), with a down-to-Earth charm that draws inevitable comparisons to a young Julia Roberts. But her starter job as junior assistant to Runway magazine editor Miranda Priestly soon sees her life being made over along with her wardrobe. There are dishy men around - Entourage’s Adrian Grenier as her long-suffering boyfriend and Simon Baker as a predatory writer - but they’re window-dressing for an altogether more businesslike tale.Īndy’s story is about getting her foot on the career ladder, a familiar goal even for those who haven’t gone through the meat-grinder of media recruitment. Hence this leading lady lives in a credibly small and grungy apartment, dresses badly and seems to be unacquainted with either Max Factor or Estée Lauder. While the traditional girly movie sees some allegedly frumpy but really foxy starlet make eyes at an unattainable babe-magnet before realising she loves her best guy mate, this focuses on the oft-overlooked question of what our heroine actually does for a living. But under the to-die-for threads of The Devil Wears Prada lurks a career-minded morality tale, wherein the gender of the two leads is of little importance - except that male stars would do themselves an injury in heels this high. It looks like a chick flick, dresses** **like a chick flick and name-checks a fashion house in its title, so you’d be forgiven for thinking that this is the long-rumoured Sex And The City movie - and the presence of sometime SATC director David Frankel at the helm would suggest you’re right. ![]()
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