The Devil Wears Prada: Yes, but She Does it with Such Superlative Style

Streep, Hathaway and Tucci Shine as Runway's Devil's Advocates

A newly graduated collegiate, Andrea Sachs, seeks work in New York as a journalist. Her viable options narrow down to being a reporter for Auto World or an executive assistant for the Top Gun of the American fashion magazine industry, the Editor of the ultra-chic Runway, Miranda Priestly. Andrea is seemingly ill-suited for this high-energy, high-profile position by personal taste, personal style, personal interest. Yet, Miranda says to herself, "Go ahead. Take a chance..." and gives Andrea the job.

At work at Runway, Andrea watches all the other employees, mostly young women like - and yet certainly unlike - herself dash to don stilettos lest Miranda see their feet wrapped in comfy slippers; reapply still perfectly applied lipstick; and turn their noses up at wholesome foods in favor of bizarre health-defeating diets. And - at work at Runway - Andrea contends with Miranda's peremptory demands - muttered, interestingly enough, in a near-monotone of unrelenting strings of sentences barely above a whisper - while she contends with steaks, coats, coffees, phone calls and ill-humor and being addressed by the wrong name.

Then comes the fun. Unexpected flirtation with a famous freelance writer - which her life-long friends and long-time live-with boyfriend might rightly question - outings in glamorous clothes to glamorous do's; clothes from Designer Heaven (fitting more like clothes from Designer Hell); trips abroad; glamor events on runways. And in the midst of this, Andrea faces the immortal questions of who am I?, what do I want?, what do I not want?, and, at what cost achievement? Miranda, of course, is integral to the necessary understanding of the substance of these questions and to the ultimate discovery of their answers.