Devil Wears Prada (2006)
(based on the novel by Lauren Weisberger):
someone gave you the task of making the most formulaic and narratively
insipid film possible, you might, if you succeeded, end up with
something like The Devil Wears Prada. Centering around the
fashion business, and taking an inside look at fashion magazine life,
the film's purpose is to combine semi-clever comedy with semi-moralistic
social satire. However, although it succeeds slightly with the former,
the points it makes when it comes to the latter are nothing but puerile,
soporific clichés. David Frankel's direction is pallid, but the main
problem is Aline Brosh McKenna's unimaginative and painfully predictable
script. We're taken through all the expected narrative phases required
by genre conventions. And she can't even compensate with funny dialogue.
for Meryl Streep's award winning performance, it's one of her least
inspiring to date. Her interpretation of Miranda is grey and monotonous.
Streep has always been the Oscar-pet, but that she's given Academy Award
nominations for performances like this only undermines the nominations
she's earned in the many movies in which she's excelled (e.g. Kramer
vs. Kramer, The
Bridges of Madison County). The other performances are
mostly forgettable, apart from an amusing Stanley Tucci. Unfortunately,
it's not enough to elevate this boring and unnecessary film. The
Devil Wears Prada has nothing of importance to say, and is only
sporadically able to entertain.