The Devil wears Prada.
Sharp tongued and done up so smart.
In her heart, nada.
Or, is there? I'm not a bit Streep fan, but I enjoyed her performance. Her fashion-editor character is deeply flawed, but when she's on the screen the sparks fly.
Usually I have zero interest in fashion, but this movie made it look fun, in a high-stakes sort of way.
Warning: moral of movie is muddled!
I was a bit befuddled.