Surely I can't be the only moviegoer to opt out of watching trailers. To get me into an AMC, all I need is an elevator pitch: the cast list, the genre, the faintest sketch of the plot. The rest I'll digest with popcorn in hand and my eyes glued to the screen.
When The Devil Wears Prada announced its highly-anticipated sequel, I obviously planned to ignore teasers in all forms. I was too young to see the 2006 original in theaters. This time around, I yearned to view Anne Hathaway in all her Chanel-clad glory up on the silver screen—not my phone screen.
