The Devil Wears Prada

Look, Anne Hathaway is talented. She's charming. She can be frumpy and kultzy one minute, elegant and stunning the next. She's smart. She's watchable. She's funny. She's got a lot of class, especially when compared to the teenie skanks you might call her contemporaries. Still, I'm not going to watch The Princess Diaries. No way, no how!

The Devil Wears Prada on the other hand... now here's a good excuse to watch her in action. Fashion is big: What Not To Wear, Project Runway, America's Next Top Model, as good as any other mind-numbing shows on television if you have to pass some time. Prada cpatures the same ruthlessly fickle world, but is quality work, well-written, smart and funny. Meryl Streep is always solid, and Stanley Tucci is a wonder to watch. New York, Paris, splendid.

Two hours well spent. A film my mother and I can agree on. Now that's scarier than Tyra Banks demonstrating smiling eyes!

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