Review: It’s enjoyable, but not particularly noteworthy, if that makes sense. It’s neither good nor bad — just… okay. And actually, quite pointless.
Minor spoiler ahead…
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Final warning…
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Because nothing really happens.
There’s no real sense of purpose to the story, and it feels like it exists mainly because it will make money. The soundtrack is strong, and there are a few famous cameos, but they’re so fleeting you could easily miss them — the film jumps quickly from face to face without letting anything land.
I did enjoy it, but it’s not something I’d watch again. What made the original The Devil Wears Prada so compelling was the steely presence of Miranda Priestly. Here, she feels like a shadow of her former self, and without that edge, the film ends up feeling rather bland.