Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway, Stanley Tucci, Emily Blunt

The details of your incompetence do not interest me.

Once the film gets past it own snootiness and mostly egotistical ideas of its own importance it turns into a film that actually says something. The only problem is by that time it is almost ready for the credits to roll.
Not exactly a chick flick, it sure didn't flick any buttons in me other then "Jesus Christ, do people really act like that?" I spent most of the film with my arms crossed and a grim attitude.
Understand, I am not one of those people who think fashion matters. Sure, I try to wear clothes that look good, but baby, I am going for comfort over style any day of the week. Do I try to match belt and shoes? Shoot, if the belt is black and my feet are covered with sandals I figure I am ahead of the family curve.
But, Prada is about the fashion industry and the people in it. People who are smug, self righteous, self-centered and pretty much selfish; in short a good number of the human race as it exists today.
Meryl Streep does a good job as the editor in chief of Runway magazine and a former model. Her ego is so huge that she thinks nothing of spoiling her two twin brats with unpublished copies of the latest Harry Potter book.
On the other side of the room is young, idealistic and frankly dang good looking Anne Hathaway who simply wants a job. She is a fashion mistake among many of the people in the office, as she wears clothes that are out of style and actually has the audacity to try and work in real shoes and not four inch stiletto heels. The problem is, as the film unfolds we come to see her not as a person but as another of the drones that make up the industry she claims no interest in. Until she starts wearing designer clothes, and shows up in makeup and expensive hair styles. By this time you wonder just who is the Devil in this film?
Compared in some circles to Hugh Grants "Two Weeks Notice," this is a mistake. Where Notice was arguably funny, with a good cast that actually seemed to work well together, Devil is nothing more then pretty people who think everyone should worship them and follow them as the leaders of society.
I mean, my God they honestly consider a woman in a size six as being FAT!!!. I asked someone who saw the film if that was true. Apparently the Fashion Nazis have decreed it so I guess lots of women will not be purging themselves of that half an apple they had for dinner.
Look, the film is predictable with almost a cookie cutter plot, cast and characters. The only 'stand out' in the film was Stanley Tucci, which is about as shocking as finding out the sun will rise in the East. I mean come on, the man is fantastic at everything he touches.
Did I enjoy the film? Some. I mean, it was better then Gigli. And funnier then many funerals I have been to. Was it faithful to the book? I some ways. The ending was changed in several areas.
Final word? Go see it if 'she' wants you to. Otherwise, to see Superman Returns.