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The Devil Wears Prada 2 is the sequel to The Devil Wears Prada (2006) and rejoins our main characters twenty years on. When Runway magazine experiences a disastrous PR nightmare, Andy (a now award-winning journalist) is rehired to restore the company's reputation.
I actually really forgot how much fun Andy Sachs was as a character. I imagine, like most, the draw to watch Miranda Priestly once again was a huge pull to see this sequel. Yet, I could not help but fall into Andy's journey. This is a character who has grown by being an advocate, who chases stories of human struggle. She is still quirky, a little awkward and does not fit squarely into the mould of Runway magazine as Miranda styles it. But Andy is a very sincere fighter for justice, and loves Runway in her own way. Seeing how Andy, Miranda and some of the other characters fight for Runway is a really significant part of this movie. In a broader sense, thematically, this film uses the characters we know to explore the media industry's current struggles. From award-winning journalists being fired at the top of this film, to Runway facing mass layoffs, it is clear that the media as we know it has been distorted and changed. The idea of a physical magazine has all but perished, and the digital narrative is more about views than the content of the narrative. This sense of helplessness is perfectly capped off by one of the tech billionaire antagonists admitting A.I. and the like are much like the fires of Pompeii. Impossible to outrun, better to accept the lava. I really felt this film managed an endearing, comedic tone while also having so much to say about the media landscape of today in a very starkly honest way. Across the whole feature, the thing that sat so well with me and the large audience I was sat with was how nice it was to see these characters again, still themselves, just slightly matured. Watching Nigel and Andy befriend one another all over again, or Emily's own insecurities lash out against Miranda and Andy, felt like I had stepped through a portal back to the mid-2000s. This was a sequel that completely understood where it had come from and then proceeded to work itself for the modern day in a manner that made sense.
If you're going to do a The Devil Wears Prada sequel, it pays to go big or go home. From a visual design perspective, this film really understood how to frame these grandiose settings of luxury, spotlight the incredible costuming work and transport the audience to the world of designer fashion. I found the editing had an incredible, fun sense of pacing within a scene, especially when it could toy with multiple sequences running parallel to each other. It also has a soundtrack boasting some of the more interesting celebrity female musicians today, with Miley Cyrus, Dua Lipa, Laufey, Lady Gaga and Doechii all lending music to this ensemble of brilliant tracks.
Anne Hathaway, who played Andy Sachs, leads this film superbly; her character is so emotive that it's very hard not to connect with her. Emily Blunt, who played Emily, has that same cold edge that worked so well for her the first time; Blunt has this fragility going on beneath the surface, which I felt enhanced the role. Stanley Tucci, who played Nigel, very well stole the show countless times; I think Tucci is just a wonderful, heartfelt performer. Justin Theroux, who played Benji Barnes, is this ridiculous tech bro billionaire who is charmingly goofy at first; Theroux then adds this depraved worldview about AI and the future, which was a chilling moment. Kenneth Branagh, who played Stuart, is in one of his more domesticated roles here; Branagh and Streep are entirely sweet together. B.J. Novak, who played Jay Ravitz, is quite fun as a finance bro; there is a certain satisfaction in how ignorantly callous he can be. Lady Gaga, who played herself, is an absolutely stunning performer, to no one's surprise; watching her spar with Streep was a delight for me.
However, the best performance came from Meryl Streep, who played Miranda Priestly. This role is the iconic element of The Devil Wears Prada films. Some parts just seem to come so naturally to Streep, bringing Miranda's superior presence to life. The almost comical way Miranda is such an elitist figure at the top of the world, meting out her worldview on others while also adjusting to change herself. Yet, I really found Streep came into her own in the back half of the film, where we really got to see under the surface of Miranda again. Watching her seethe and vie for power as Runway and all its staff are being ripped away is interesting. I also really enjoyed seeing her navigate the moments of betrayal from Emily, seeing that cunning edge of her character come to life. Streep then really gets to play this role as a bit of a mastermind, working alongside Hathaway and Tucci to make a thrilling and emotional final act. That scene of Miranda and Andy in the car together, talking about the book at the end, is why Streep makes this movie; it's why I will always come back to these movies.
The start of this sequel does take a while to get going; the world initially feels quite different. There are a lot of working pieces going on, blended with a lot of new faces; it's not a smooth transition to a fresh feature in that first act. I also felt this film was a little more prepared to play to a simple gag at times. There were some jokes here that felt a bit more on the nose or exaggerated than they would have been in the original feature.
I found this film very stylish with a strong eye behind the framing of the camera, but it wasn't without some points of weakness. I particularly hated how the lighting was captured in this film. There were entire scenes where the shadows dropping over characters concealed good acting or brought the visual quality of a scene down.
Simone Ashley, who played Amari, barely feels like a character; the new, fashionable assistant just completely bereft of personality. Lucy Liu, who played Sasha Barnes, is quite a figurehead but not much of a role; Liu is here for the plot to reach a goal and not to really flex her acting chops. Tracie Thoms, who played Lily, is a returning friend character for Hathaway that felt poorly revisited; Thoms is a moment of nostalgia in a film that has moved past her. Caleb Hearon, who played Charlie, actually yanked me out of the film a bit; Hearon barely felt like an actor, and it was clear that his social media presence was why he had a role. Patrick Brammall, who played Peter, is quite an odd romantic pairing for Hathaway; I found his particular brand of humour struggled to mesh with the film. Rachel Bloom, who played Tessa, is quite an outlier in this; Bloom's publishing friend is often frenzied and running at a higher pace than she needs to be. Helen J Shen, who played Jin Chao, was the quietly charming side character that felt like a bad sequel move; Shen's role could be a bit too obvious in her comedic delivery. Tibor Feldman, who played Irv Ravitz, was a powerful role that had no gravitas; Feldman just wasn't commanding enough for the part. Larry Mitchell, who played Mack, was one of Andy's friends too many; he added nothing of value to this feature.
The absolute thrill I had watching a top-tier mid-2000s dramedy make this kind of a comeback. I would give The Devil Wears Prada 2 an 8.5/10.






