DVD Review (of a Movie Matt Didn't See) - The Devil Wears Prada

by Matt Hulten on December 20, 2006

*Occasionally, Matt Hulten’s life is so busy (i.e.: he can’t pull himself away from Grand Theft Auto) that he doesn’t get out to see the movie he’s suppose to review, or the film itself looks so bad that he simply chooses not to attend in protest. In those (not so) rare cases, he is forced to review the film based solely on the film’s poster and his limited knowledge of the movie. His wildly misinformed reviews may or may not contain any facts and if they do, it’s probably completely by accident.

Well, first off, congratulations to Meryl Streep for not being dead. I was fairly confident she was. So good for her.

The Devil Wears Prada is based on a book by an author I’m sure no one will be confusing with Hemmingway anytime soon.

Judging that the poster doesn’t feature any actual person and instead is just the image of a huge shoe, I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that it’s probably pretty short on exploding cars and there’s a fair chance you won’t be seeing Anne Hathaway save the world from aliens.

No, no, in other words, it looks to be one of THOSE films. You know the ones, the ones your wife/girlfriend drags you to and you spend the next two hours playing an imaginary game of Madden 2006 in your head or wishing for death. And not even a quick death, you’ll take a slow, painful Braveheart-like death. Yeah, Braveheart, now that was a good film.

But back to this nonsense. I’m also going to go ahead and assume that it’s about the fashion industry. And Streep is mean to plucky upstart Hathaway. And I’ll go on to assume that Hathaway probably hands Streep her comeuppance in the end. Oh, and she probably has a group of equally plucky friends or a boyfriend who looks like he just walked out of an American Eagle ad, supports her unconditionally, doesn’t even know what a Playstation is, and who never finds SportsCenter more interesting than her long winded stories about how everyone at work hates her. Because that guy totally exists.

Essentially, this is what you’re gonna get. A power struggle between an alpha female and a young upstart in which the young female wins, proving the old adage that old age and treachery will never win against some screenwriter’s delusional fantasies. So Hathaway will no doubt end the film with the great job, great apartment, fantastic shoes, and solid relationship with a man that only serves the purpose of making the rest of us males look bad.

Basically if you have ovaries, I’m sure you’ll love it.