We summoned the courage to fight the hordes of gays attending the premiere of The Devil Wears Prada on Friday night, and it was worth every impolite shove and ounce of shade thrown our way.
Full disclosure: we never read the book, but it’s hard for us to imagine it being wittier or any better executed than the film, which had us in stitches the entire time. Everything was exaggerated for the sake of comedy, especially the offices of Runway (Vogue) magazine, where everyone runs around in complete panic in anticipation of the Editor-In-Chief’s arrival. And panic they should, because Meryl Streep‘s Miranda Priestly is absolutely terrifying, but it’s in her subtlety, not her wild-eyed rage. In fact, Streep hardly ever raises her voice and ends her impossible demands with a simple “That’s all.”
Anne Hathaway plays Andrea Sachs, Priestly’s new hipster-dowdy assistant who quickly gets a fashion makeover and look absolutely great. Costume designer Patricia Field really outdid herself by picking outfits for Hathaway that would put some real Vogue girls to shame. We missed the Princess Diaries movies and the only other time we saw Hathaway was in Brokeback Mountain, where we felt she did a commendable job despite the over-acting. In The Devil Wears Prada she is brilliant, perhaps because she is working with Streep.
The script is hilarious, the dynamic between Streep and Hathaway is perfect, and we also loved Emily Blunt‘s performance as Priestly’s first assistant who is obsessed with getting thin so she can look fabulous for Paris Fashion Week. On her efforts to get thin, “I just started this new diet. Basically I don’t eat anything, and then when I feel like I’m going to faint, I eat a cube of cheese.”
In our humble opinion, this is the movie of the summer. Go see it now before you’re at your next gay BBQ and are missing all the jokes.
The Devil Wears Prada [Official Site]