The Devil Wears Prada

As light and breezy as Marc Jacobs’ spring line, David Frankel’s adaptation of Lauren Weisberger’s best seller begins as aspiring writer Andrea has just started a new job as assistant to Miranda Priestly, Editor-in-Chief of Runway, the most powerful woman in fashion and all-around boss from hell. Earnest, naïve and wearing sensible shoes, Andrea’s completely unprepared for what lies ahead. Miranda turns out to be far worse than she could ever have imagined, and the “clackers,” impossibly thin young women whose impossibly high heels click and clack down the hallways, treat her with unmitigated scorn. But after a particularly brutal encounter with Miranda, Andrea decides to beat them all at their own game. However, success in the world of haute couture comes with a price, and soon Andrea realizes she may have sold her soul the day she put on her first pair of Jimmy Choos.

When Weisberger’s roman à clef was first published in 2003, Miranda was assumed to be a thinly-veiled Anna Wintour, Editor-in-Chief of Vogue and Weisberger’s former boss. Now we know her true identity. Meryl Streep is Miranda Priestly, eviscerating everyone with her razor tongue in one of her finest comedic roles ever. Meanwhile Anne Hathaway, fresh from her triumph in Broke­back Mountain, displays a sparkling screen presence which at times recalls Audrey Hepburn, another young actress who looked great in designer clothing. 109 min.