The Devil Wears Prada-Or Dumb and Dumber 3
Sometimes I worry greatly about the fate of mankind. Sometimes I can't sleep at night for fear of everything that is going wrong in the world, where it is all headed. Oh, its not the wars or famine that worry me, no, we've always had that nonsense. What fills me with a sense of hellish foreboding and dread is that people can be manipulated into getting into their cars, driving to a theater, paying for a ticket all to watch a film like this. It worries me that this film had enough of an audience, that there were enough people in the world to buy ticket that this film can pass the $300 million dollar mark. Are they communicating with each other? Do they have a network? Do they congregate? What do they want?
If you're one of the people that “like” these kind of films, then you have already dismissed this reviewer as a soulless meanie man who is afraid of his feminine side, and so on. No, I just hate, things that suck. This is a boring, self-indulgent, peace of poop and it frightens me that it made so much money. Who is this for? Who are you people?
The Devil Wears Prada is about the fun loving world of the fashion industry and the various abysmal monsters that inhabit its extremely vapid and vacuous corridors. Much like a seemingly endless episode of Project Runway, The Devil Wears Prada, follows the life of a misguided airhead who perceives herself as an intelliectual who gets a job at a fashion magazine. Oh how interesting. The self-righteous, arrogant airhead, played by Anne Hathaway, is the punching bag for a hideously mean boss played by the perpetually overrated Meryl Streep, who once more, plays a slightly minor variation on the same character she always plays. This fluffy stuff is based on the book, which of course gives it more creditability, right, by Lauren Weisberger a young New Yorker with an obviously endless amount to say about life, our place in the universe and how technology may unfold in coming years to either save or doom mankind. Oh sorry I got her confused with Carl Sagan, it way an easy mistake.
The Devil Wears Prada is essentially a soap opera set in the fashion world, with cookie cut out characters and archetypes cloaked in a veil of novelty and originality. Oh yes, they discover all sorts of things about themselves, and so on. It is smug, it is trivial, its perfect for the Sex in the City crowd and we will probably never see the end of it.
Story D
Acting C- (Whenever people droned on about this film all I heard was how great Meryl Streep was, again. I will tell you exactly when I will be impressed with Streep. Let me see Meryl Streep really do a part that tests her limits. Let me see her stuck in a pool of her own frozen urine on the back of a scooter, like in Dumb and Dumber and then we will talk about what great range she has. Until then, no thanks, not impressive.)
Visuals B
Originality/Innovation D- (Self-indulgent poo.)
Enjoyability Grade D-
Home Theater/HD Factor N/A
Overall Grade D (The most annoying element concerning these types of movies is that you can't slam them without being considered a Neanderthal. Whatever.)
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