Tuesday, July 04, 2006
I went to the movies yesterday. While this is a regular occurrence for most folks, for me it's as rare as a Blue Moon. Saw The Devil Wears Prada - and it was just as I expected, perfect eye candy for the eyes and brain candy for the brain. Think Sex and the City without the sex (and the superior writing).
The director was obviously a fan of Pretty Woman, as he borrowed heavily from that films Ugly Ducking theme and clothing montages.
Meryl Streep does a fantastic job, though she does make arch virgao Miranda Priestly actually vunerable and human for a few moments, which isn't at all how the character is portrayed in the book. In the book she's the boss from hell from start to finish.
Anne Hathway is credible as the young, fashion impaired assitant who bails when when she discovers herself becoming an urber bitch.
And that's what bothered me - all her friends are on her case for "changing" and her boyfriend dumps her. She's right out of college, that's what you do when you are 22 or 23, find out who you are, try on different jobs and personalities and wardrobes - and try to figure out what you want to be when you grow up. At the end she decides not to sell her soul to the devil and returns to her old, though not quite as frumpy self. Of course it's Hollywood and it has to have a heart tugging "ahoy" ending, but I think most 23 year olds would have been seduced by the power and continued on their stiletto clad path.
The joy of the movie is the clothes - even for polo and jeans wearing person such as myself and the location shots. Someone involved with this film adores New York City and Paris and it shows.
It's the movie equivalent of a beach book and was a perfect way to while away rainy summer afternoon.