The Devil Wears Prada.

The protagonist is frumpy fresh grad Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway) who applies for a job at the high class Runway fashion magazine as personal assistant to its editor Miranda Priestley (Streep). Miranda is known all over New York as a boss straight out of Hell.Andy gets the job and realises that in order to fit in, she has to change. Not just her sense of fashion and her waistline, but also her lifestyle, her sense of values and her friends. In short, she gets seduced by the 'Dark Side of the Force' and becomes a slave to Miranda.Lauren Weisberger's novel, upon which this movie is based, stirred the interest of the fashion industry and fashion-watchers. It had many readers trying to match fictional characters with their real-life counterparts. For those who aren't members of the fashion inner circle, the satire is obvious but some of its targets may not be. The movie is relentless in its cynical attitude toward a culture obsessed with style and an industry that wallows in its own self-importance.There are basically two plots at work here: the almost brutal attack on New York's fashionistas (nicely supported by veteran Stanley Tucci as Nigel, Andy's mentor) and the melodrama on the life of Andy who represents every woman out to carve out a career in the high stakes world. Hathaway is believable enough, blending in with the narrative rather standing out. Streep, as expected, is the icing on the cake as the Cruela De Vil of fashion. She has rather few scenes (and lines) but they crackle with energy whenever she appears. Emily Blunt and Tucci too hold their own in this juicy satire that should delight women audiences and those interested in fashion.The comedy can be hilarious but the pace seems to slacken when the movie shifts from satire mode to melodrama. Andy's personal life is boring and cliched but I guess this is intentional. Also, note that her job as Miranda's assistant, which 'millions of girls would kill for', is just a lot of bull. She is nothing more than an errand girl to her boss, so what's there to kill for or boast about?
(I got this from somewhere & I didn't bother to read it 'kay?)



I'm watching 'The Devil Wears Prada'.
Then, my pimple ... I don't know? Break?
There's bound to be a stupid scar, zomg. *faints*
Hm. I'm so emotional suddenly know. :'(
Please just reply, I just ... want to feel your presence at this moment.