The Devil Wears Prada is Riveting

The film The Devil Wears Prada, directed by David Frankel, is a riveting performance. It is packed full of high-quality energy, brilliant and brilliantly delivered lines, and acting that will leave you thinking about the film for days after you view it. It is about a woman named Andrea, or Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway), who aspires to become a journalist in New York City. 

Unfortunately, the only two journalist-like positions that are open are number two assistant to Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep), fashion magazine editor and the most powerful magazine editor in the city, or working for an automobile magazine. Even though Andy doesn’t fit in at all with the fashion world – she’s not skinny, she wears a mishmash of clothes that can best be described as collegiate or school-girl casual, she has absolutely no knowledge of fashion trends or designers, and the only cosmetic she adorns her face with is chapstick – she decides she would prefer this position to the automobile position and decides to try for it. 

At first glance she is dismissed as being “hopeless” because of her obvious lack of knowledge about fashion, but then Miranda takes a second look and decides that even though she has no fashion knowledge, she is a highly intelligent and dedicated worker; Miranda decides to give Andy a try. Voila! Andy finds herself thrust into the maddening vanity, arrogance, and rudeness, the maddening hours, and the maddening demands – the maddening world of fashion – that come with the territory of being Miranda’s second mate.