The Devil Wears Prada

So my wife and I watched the vid, and both liked it, sort of, in a shallow way. Then I thought it over. Don't get me wrong, the script is light entertainment, the acting is very good (seasoned actors are usually reliable) and the story is by and large very believable.

But then, the movie distorts reality and passes judgement on what is esentially the day-to-day business of running a successful magazine. Sure the boss is seemingly way over the top, commanding around her poor overworked assistants, chewing them up and spitting them out.
Marryl does an excellent job at playing an over the top bitch for that, and one can't help but wonder if there is an underlying snipe at Martha Stewart somewhere in there.
Rethinking the message after a while, it appeared to me that basically the assitants were simply doing their jobs, running errands, making appointments, feeding and coffeeing their boss at any time of the day. Hello, that is what assitants are there for. Don't like the heat, work in a coolhouse.

The liberal arts friends of the heroine, see their friend change before their eyes, and seem not to like that change. Hello, that's called success. Nevertheless, they don't mind the lavish presents she bestows on them.

Overall, in order not to spoil the movie for people who haven't seen it yet, it's an envy flick that ridicules workaholics, pokes fun at the crowd who wear designer clothes, and belittles the Jet Set. And yet, there are several times when the truth oozes out, the truth that it is the fashion industry that decides what you wear, even you believe not to follow fashion, and that the seemingly dumb and shallow droids working in the business have a detailed understanding of one of the largest industries on the planet. Which basically makes them good looking, well dressed, geeks.

Go see it.