The Devil Wears Prada 2 review – sequel? For spring? Entertainment | Video

Tyears have passed; The worlds of fashion and print have changed but Satan’s clothes and choices are the same as they were. It’s time for an epic and hilarious sequel to the beloved 00’s Manhattan romcom that followed the adventures of would-be writer and optician Andrea “Andy” Sachs, played by Anne Hathaway. Fresh out of college in one flyover, she landed a job at the New York fashion magazine Runway, written by the terrifying and charming Miranda Priestly, played by Meryl Streep. Miranda doesn’t look as great the next day, and neither does Nigel, who was played Stanley Tuccihe is still in his position as his loyal, worldly, mild-mannered second-in-command.

This follow-up is fun, even if frustrated by Andy’s awkward and chemistry-less love affair with an Australian nobleman (played by Patrick Brammall from TV’s Colin the Account). Miranda’s most recent submissive boyfriend is played by Kenneth Branagh, surprisingly the lead violinist in the string quartet. The film also gives us a lot of star-studded cameos – this is usually a bad sign, but it’s handled well here. Not the big whale, even the one he chases, the white whale of the cameo: Anna Wintour, the Vogue editor on whom Priest is modeled.

So Andy is back, after being fired by Jeff Bezos—a kind of meanie from social media where he gets rewarded for the biggest but boring posts. He can’t resist giving the mephistophelean role as an editor to Runway, where he finds something very different. The magazine now has nothing in common with many of the old coins; shamefully, it has to distance itself from the sweatshop economy, and is reduced to chasing clicks and eyeballs in an unchanging digital world dominated by a young customer without class or taste. Miranda has to give lip service to her health and resistance at work, and is taught the correct language by her new assistant Amari (Simone Ashley). They also have to board coaches.

Instead, the opportunity to be independent has gone to Andy’s old enemies, the ice queen of aspirational couture and the main assistant of Miranda Emily, who is now the head of Dior, shoots and slyly shows that the highest quality products of the 0.1% are sure of economic decline. It is also played with style and many fine lines Emily Blunt.

It’s great to see (many) of the old gangsters return, including screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna and director David Frankel. (I’m crying to respond angrily and harshly I had to watch the first movie, before I watched it on TV and realized how deep it is.) It’s really funny when Miranda has little memory of Andy. Or has he? Justin Theroux is hilarious as Emily’s proud but terrible boyfriend, Benji.

This film takes us to new versions of the plot of the first film: Andy eating with Nigel in the cafeteria; Nigel picks out something for the ungrateful Andy to wear, this time for a trip to Miranda’s place in the Hamptons; Andy goes to the mecca of fashion (Milan); Andy gets involved behind the scenes to protect Miranda from the corporate chaos. And for DWP connoisseurs, there’s also an outpouring of Andy’s ugly blue polyblend sweater that Nigel found amusing during the day. This is a good culture, fun fun. It is well worn.