Twenty years ago, 20th Century Studios produced the closest thing to a non-secular Bible that modern women have ever had: The Devil Wears Prada, starring Anne Hathaway and Meryl Streep. The film, which follows Hathaway’s journey as the floundering new assistant to big-time fashion magazine editor Miranda Priestley, is based on the book of the same name by American writer Lauren Weisberger, who famously worked as an assistant to Anna Wintour at Vogue in the late 1990s. Much like a Bible, the original book can be found in homes, hotels, and Airbnbs all over the world, in various states of dishevelment. Now, two decades on, the original director and cast have attempted to produce a new testament. It’s fitting, then, that the only fate deserving of The Devil Wears Prada 2 is crucifixion.
The story picks up in the current day, with Miranda still in charge at Runway magazine and Nigel (Stanley Tucci) at her heel. Andy has spent the past 20 years becoming a serious journalist at another fictional publication, The New York Vanguard, only to be unceremoniously fired over text (alongside several colleagues) at an industry awards ceremony. Runway hires her as a features editor, and the main three characters’ paths are easily re-intertwined.
