The Devil Wears Prada
I don’t know about you, but I absolutely adore this movie.
I’ve watched it more times than I can count, and I’m not even remotely tired of
it. It’s become a go-to comfort film for me and my sisters. Every so often, we
plan a virtual movie night from afar: same dinner, same movie, same cozy vibes.
And, more often than not, we land on The Devil Wears Prada.
One of my favorite parts is right at the beginning…those
quick-cut scenes of models getting dressed, slipping into heels, and stepping
out of their impossibly chic NYC apartments. It’s like a mini fashion show set
to the rhythm of the city. Then there’s Andy Sachs, played by Anne Hathaway,
munching on a bagel as she heads to her interview at Runway magazine,
dressed in her drab, Midwestern best. That contrast between her and the
polished fashionistas is so stark, it’s almost comical that she lands the job.
Speaking of bagels…can we talk about salt bagels for a
second? I’ve been on the hunt for one and I kid you not, they’re nowhere to be
found. It’s like they’ve vanished from the face of the Earth. I’m seriously
considering a quick weekend trip to New York just to satisfy this oddly
persistent craving. If Andy can land a job at the most elite fashion magazine
in the city, surely, I can find a decent salt bagel.
But here’s the thing: The Devil Wears Prada isn’t
just about fashion or the fantasy of living in New York. Beneath the designer
labels and glossy magazine spreads, it’s a surprisingly poignant story about
ambition, identity, and the cost of success. Andy’s transformation, from
outsider to insider, from idealist to realist…is both thrilling and sobering.
It asks the question: how far are you willing to go to get ahead, and what are
you willing to leave behind?
My all-time favorite actress, Meryl Streep, delivers a
masterclass in subtle power as Miranda Priestly. She doesn’t need to raise her
voice to command a room…her mere presence is enough. For example, every morning
she glides into the office, wordlessly tosses her coat and handbag onto her
assistant’s desk, and begins issuing rapid-fire demands, including the
impossible: “Get me the unpublished manuscript of the new Harry Potter
book.” Why? Because her twin daughters want to read it. That moment perfectly
encapsulates Miranda’s influence…she doesn’t ask for the world, she expects it.
It's stylish, smart, and endlessly rewatchable. The Devil Wears Prada delivers.
It’s a
movie that never goes out of style.
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