I really enjoyed “The Devil Wears Prada”. It was a tiny bit fluffy, but Dame Streep simply makes the film a confection of gutpunches.
Take her oh-so-cutting speech concerning assistant Andi’s cable knit ‘blue’ sweater. Here is a rough transcription of it:
“You go to your closet, and you select out, I don’t know, that lumpy blue sweater for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know, is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turqouise, it’s not lapis: it’s actually cerulean. And you are also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar De Le Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint-Laurent, wasn’t it, who showed cerulean military jackets (I think we need a jacket here) and then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs, and it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room, from a pile of stuff.”
Andi needed some mecurichrome and some gauze after that shredding.