The Devil Wears Prada 2 Review

Aline Brosh McKenna's script shuts Andy's newsroom down mid awards ceremony, which tells you what the sequel is about: a magazine, a profession and the woman who ran both, all being told they are over. Miranda Priestly now has HR complaints on file, an owner's son who freezes her promotion the week his father dies, and a media landscape that treats her as a liability. Streep plays the erosion without softening a line reading, and Anne Hathaway's Andy returns as features editor rather than bag carrier.

The best material belongs to Emily Blunt, now a senior executive at Dior and dating Justin Theroux's Benji Barnes, the Silicon Valley money whose rescue plan for Runway replaces the staff with software. Her scenes with Streep have a bite the plot lacks. The rescue mechanics, a bidding war for Elias-Clarke that Lucy Liu's Sasha Barnes settles from her own checkbook, are fantasy, and David Frankel shoots Milan Fashion Week like a perfume campaign with jokes.

Justin Chang wrote that it sells a truckload of preposterous goods and sells them well, which is the fair verdict. Critics landed at 78 percent on Rotten Tomatoes and 63 on Metacritic, audiences gave it an A minus CinemaScore, and it took 693 million dollars worldwide on a 100 million dollar budget.