The {Prada-wearing} Devil Made Me Do It!

The Devil Wears Prada. I just finished watching this movie since I heard it mentioned in Ugly Betty--which is my recent obsession.

What can I say about this movie?

Well, it did not jump out to me when it was out, and it certainly did not jump out to me now. It was not the total lack of action that got to me. It was the total lack of…well…anything…

Unless you just want some fashion eye candy, there is absolutely nothing worthwhile to see about this movie. The so-called “Devil” of The Devil Wears Prada is actually quite average and it is just the kind of normal “devilishness” that you would expect from anyone in business. Frankly, if I wanted to watch something this average, I would go and find a job pretty much anywhere.

Of course, I’m not supposed to expect much from a chick flick, right? But my goodness! The best part of chick flicks are romances and drama. The pathetic excuse for Andrea’s romances, seemed horribly rushed. I probably could count the amount of scenes of her with either of the guys on one hand.

Thoroughly an unremarkable movie. I spent most of the time amazed at how huge Anne Hathaway’s eyes are…wow…Why even line them? I'm sure we can find them...

But if I must say something nice to make a full criticism sandwich, I enjoyed Meryl Streep’s nonchalant voice as she played Miranda Priestly, our local Prada-wearing Devil.