But if there is one millennial archetype that the media cannot resist, it is the try-hard girl-woman. Just this spring, writer-performer Lena Dunham published Famesick, a memoir about how being the “voice of a generation” meant working her mortal, chronically ill body into the ground. And earlier this year, in Life After Ambition: A “Good Enough” Memoir, writer Amil Niazi lays out the particularities of being a Pakistani Canadian millennial in a family without money, navigating atmospheres that left no room for error. “Did those gold stars or participation trophies really warp me,” she asks, “or did the promise that anything was possible if I was ambitious cause me to self-destruct?”
Here we go again with the gold stars. The Devil Wears Prada had all the favorite tropes of the 2000s: a women’s magazine writer who aspires to serious journalism; a cute boyfriend who, subsequent rewatches reveal, is a self-absorbed jerk; an older woman supervisor-mentor whose tough love inspires the heroine to be true to a new and improved version of herself. It is also relentless in its attacks on women’s bodies, with Hathaway’s character flippantly referred to as the “smart, fat girl” in the office. It’s a satire of the fashion world, fine, but it also bought into many of the pressures placed on young women at the time.
First off, it must be said: All sequels are try-hards. Sequels need to serve the fans while striving to attract a new audience; to exploit what people most loved about the original by upping the ante (but leaving room for a third installment); and, if possible, to issue any corrections for the original. The Devil Wears Prada 2 aims for all of these except, perhaps, attracting new viewers. There are too many references to the original—from Andy’s blue sweater (“cerulean”) to the warning to “never go upstairs” in Miranda’s brownstone—to suggest new fans are a priority.
By getting too close to the Dragon Lady herself, the movie paints Streep into a corner, never allowing her to go too big and mean nor satisfyingly soft and vulnerable.
A lot has changed in 20 years: the magazine “book” that must be delivered to Miranda’s home is treated less like a biblical scroll than a DoorDash delivery, as Runway is largely digital; Miranda is no longer permitted to belittle employees within earshot of H.R. and has been reduced to hanging up her own coat, a move Streep executes with clumsy, yet regal, aplomb. Nigel is still executing Miranda’s vision without credit or approval, whereas Emily has moved on to a leadership role at Dior, one of Runway’s biggest advertisers.
The Devil Wears Prada 2 reserves top billing for Hathaway, but, now, the film is jointly told for and by all the leads from the original. Blunt has the most to do as a divorced mother of two who is just as determined as ever to succeed but might, this time around, want a friend too. Nigel’s long-suffering status as Miranda’s right-hand man is, unfortunately, one of the only notes Tucci gets to hit, though he plays it to the tune of some hefty screen time. (If Benoit Blanc can have a famous boyfriend cameo in Glass Onion, the second Knives Out film, why not our Nigel?)
To recount the plot points of The Devil Wears Prada 2 would be both dull, as exposition always is, and pointless, since no one watches these movies for narrative. The impeccably styled Hathaway, Streep, and Blunt can stride down city streets, through glamorous parties, and across helipads with the best of them, and that’s what the people have come to see. But, ultimately, the movie tries to do too much. Critiques of corporate consolidation in journalism (though film studios are tactfully never mentioned) and artificial intelligence are interspersed with various B-plots, including a budding romance for Andy, the teasing possibility of an Andy-authored Miranda Priestly exposé, and more than one crack at the frozen egg game. Some of it comes together, and some of it doesn’t.
The Devil Wears Prada 2 just tries to do too much in its two-hour running time. It’s the cinematic equivalent of a cargo pant.The Devil Wears Prada 2 does one thing better than its predecessor: It explains the why behind the work.
This is the try-hard’s revenge: to overdeliver, to achieve the unachievable, so as to be rewarded with … what exactly? If she hadn’t gotten the manuscript to Miranda, she would have been fired, but because she did, a different strain of misery and self-esteem erosion inevitably follows. The first prize for the pie-eating contest, as you well know, is more pie.
If girl-on-girl violence is the driving force of the first film, it is a passing threat in the sequel, where the bad guys are literally bad guys.
If girl-on-girl violence is the driving force of the first film, it is a passing threat in the sequel, where the bad guys are literally bad guys. The heterosexual male villains include an athleisure-wearing executive (B.J. Novak) and a space-obsessed, water-phobic billionaire (Justin Theroux) whose only endearing quality is that he thinks the model’s name is “Candle Jenner.”
But the women of The Devil Wears Prada 2 want to use their time, their effort, and their money to make things that are special and unique. If this is what it means to be try-hard, then good. To butcher a Mad Men quote: That’s what the trying is for. Even if the film itself cannot live up to its own lofty proclamations of artistic excellence, this sentiment alone is enough, I have to believe, to warrant more than the perfunctory gold star.
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