Andy Sachs returns to Runway as Miranda Priestly navigates a new media landscape and Runway's position within. The duo reconnect with former assistant Emily Charlton, now the head of a luxury brand that possesses funding which could ensure Runway's survival.
When 20 years pass between a movie and its sequel, a lot of disappointment can result when the follow-up is at last released. Derivative, underdeveloped story threads and an overreliance on nostalgic strolls down memory lane often abound, leaving viewers suitably underwhelmed, especially loyal fans of the source material. However, every so often, audiences are the lucky beneficiaries of pleasant surprises, movies that live up to their billing and come close to matching the magic of their predecessors. Such is the case with director David Frankel’s long-awaited answer to the iconic 2006 comedy …
Much as I did quite enjoy this, it isn't a patch on the first outing for those at "Runway" magazine two decades ago. It seems that boss "Miranda" (Meryl Streep) has somewhat lost her touch and after a major in-print faux-pas, she is on the defensive with a publisher who needs her to eat some humble pie and appease disgruntled advertisers. To make matters worse, he imposes a new features editor in the form of her erstwhile second assistant "Andy" (Anne Hathaway) who has recently been the victim of some downsizing at her previous employer. Luckily for this unwelcomed new arrival, the debonaire "…
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Rating: B+
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA 2 is a remarkably fun legacy sequel that effortlessly bridges the gap between mid-2000s nostalgia and the modern digital era. The electric chemistry of the original cast hasn't faded a bit, with Stanley Tucci delivering a stellar, scene-stealing performance. Supported by a remarkably witty script full of laugh-out-loud moments and stunning costume design, the film tackles the harsh realities of…
Going back to a classic is always a slippery slope. When I sat down to watch the highly anticipated sequel to *The Devil Wears Prada*, I was worried it would just be a pale copy of the original. Unfortunately, the new movie tries so hard to balance the comfort of nostalgia with the decline of print media that it ends up with a bit of an identity crisis. The direction feels strangely bureaucratic, as if the person behind the camera was just checking boxes for an engagement algorithm instead of bringing a unique vision. This is incredibly obvious in the visuals, too. The gritty, frantic warmth o…
