Why I Hated the Prada Movie
As I said last night, I hated The Devil Wears Prada. This was a minority opinion among the people in the theater, and even though Cristina didn't like it either, she didn't have the true loathing for it that I shared while we were waiting for the midnight movie.
Here's why: What this movie tells you, apparently, is that it's fine to have absolutely no self-respect when it comes to what you will do for your job (even if it's a job that you only applied for as a stepping stone). It's fine to devote 24 hours a day to it and get not a shred of thanks. It's fine for it to completely swallow up and transform your personality, appearance, and outlook on life. It's even fine for it to make you drive away everyone who cares about you so that you can get drunk in Paris and hook up with a guy who knows you worship him and is at least 15 years older than you. Because as long as you come around in the end, everything's fine and there aren't even any repercussions.
Bull. Shit.
And the worst part? This is giving away the ending, but I don't care. Andy gives up her job as, essentially, a 24/7 servant to Miranda Priestley so she can be a reporter for a newspaper, where she'll probably be on call anyway!! Are you freaking kidding me? Talk about failing to learn from history. What a train wreck. Almost certain to end up as my least favorite movie of the year.
Here's why: What this movie tells you, apparently, is that it's fine to have absolutely no self-respect when it comes to what you will do for your job (even if it's a job that you only applied for as a stepping stone). It's fine to devote 24 hours a day to it and get not a shred of thanks. It's fine for it to completely swallow up and transform your personality, appearance, and outlook on life. It's even fine for it to make you drive away everyone who cares about you so that you can get drunk in Paris and hook up with a guy who knows you worship him and is at least 15 years older than you. Because as long as you come around in the end, everything's fine and there aren't even any repercussions.
Bull. Shit.
And the worst part? This is giving away the ending, but I don't care. Andy gives up her job as, essentially, a 24/7 servant to Miranda Priestley so she can be a reporter for a newspaper, where she'll probably be on call anyway!! Are you freaking kidding me? Talk about failing to learn from history. What a train wreck. Almost certain to end up as my least favorite movie of the year.