The Devil Wears Prada - Nada.
We thought, "Meryl Streep, the movie's gotta be great."
Yeah, 'k. Think again.
I can't believe we wasted hours precious hours (15 minutes of ads, don't get me started) of life sitting through such stupefyingly wretched crap.
The critics who said this film was "witty", "intelligent", and/or "relevent" must be on crack. It was pointless, had no social value, no message, no excuse for being made except to give Meryl Streep a reason to be embarrassed when she cashed her seven figure cheque, and to push even more young women to become anorexic and/or bulemic ("zero is the new two"). It did give a great diet tip, though, one should eat absolutely nothing at all, and then, when one is about to faint, eat a cheese cube.
Anne Hathaway is beautiful, and she made every designer outfit she wore look good, but that's not enough on which to base a movie. Her character had a little more humanity than Streep's, but when one is aping Cruella DeVille, that's not hard. By the time Andi's "aha" moment came, nobody cared, because nobody cared from moment one of this vapid mess.
The writers hit every stereotype with a sledge hammer. Tragic gay lap dog, innocent and earnest young journalist wannabe, selfless boyfriend, bitch boss from hell. Stanley Tucci (why does Hollywood insist on using str8 actors in gay parts?) was painfully one-dimensional as Nigel.
If this movie truly was based on Lauren Weisberger's year as Anna Wintours' assistant, and she stayed, she deserved every indignity played out on the screen. This adaptation is more like a Road Runner cartoon than anything any thinking adult might wish to watch.
The movie sucked.
"That's all."
Yeah, 'k. Think again.
I can't believe we wasted hours precious hours (15 minutes of ads, don't get me started) of life sitting through such stupefyingly wretched crap.
The critics who said this film was "witty", "intelligent", and/or "relevent" must be on crack. It was pointless, had no social value, no message, no excuse for being made except to give Meryl Streep a reason to be embarrassed when she cashed her seven figure cheque, and to push even more young women to become anorexic and/or bulemic ("zero is the new two"). It did give a great diet tip, though, one should eat absolutely nothing at all, and then, when one is about to faint, eat a cheese cube.
Anne Hathaway is beautiful, and she made every designer outfit she wore look good, but that's not enough on which to base a movie. Her character had a little more humanity than Streep's, but when one is aping Cruella DeVille, that's not hard. By the time Andi's "aha" moment came, nobody cared, because nobody cared from moment one of this vapid mess.
The writers hit every stereotype with a sledge hammer. Tragic gay lap dog, innocent and earnest young journalist wannabe, selfless boyfriend, bitch boss from hell. Stanley Tucci (why does Hollywood insist on using str8 actors in gay parts?) was painfully one-dimensional as Nigel.
If this movie truly was based on Lauren Weisberger's year as Anna Wintours' assistant, and she stayed, she deserved every indignity played out on the screen. This adaptation is more like a Road Runner cartoon than anything any thinking adult might wish to watch.
The movie sucked.
"That's all."
posted by Alphamutt at 8:58 PM
2 Comments:
seems like you have no strong feelings about this movie. lol.
may i suggest.......baraka?
:)
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