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Last night, Luna Leederville was SOLD OUT for the preview screening of The Devil Wears Prada 2. The energy in the room felt electric, like stepping into a high-fashion reunion where everyone showed up ready to slay. Twenty years on, the core cast looks even better than they did in the original—ageless, polished, and radiating that effortless screen presence that made the first film a cultural phenomenon.
Meryl Streep slips back into Miranda Priestly’s Louboutins with the same icy precision, her subtle shifts in power and adding layers of vulnerability to a character who once seemed untouchable. As Miranda nears retirement and faces a changing industry, Streep delivers those signature glances and perfectly timed digs that still land like stilettos. The script smartly updates the world of Runway to confront modern media woes—AI disruption, collapsing print empires, and the economy’s toll—without losing the escapism fans crave.
Anne Hathaway remains utterly magnetic as Andy Sachs, now a seasoned investigative journalist whose path collides with her old boss in unexpected ways. Her performance carries the same wide-eyed ambition. Watching her navigate rivalries and ethical tightropes reminds us why Andy became such a relatable anchor in the original. Hathaway’s chemistry with the ensemble is still fire, turning potential nostalgia traps into genuine emotional beats.
Yet it was Emily Blunt who stole scene after scene as Emily Charlton. Now a formidable player herself—positioned as a rival to both Miranda and Andy—Blunt brings razor-sharp timing, hilarious exasperation, and surprising depth. Her evolution from put-upon assistant to sharp-tongued operator is a joy; every eye-roll and cutting remark felt like a masterclass in comic delivery. For me, she elevated the film into something even more rewatchable than its predecessor.
The supporting players and fresh faces slot in flawlessly too. Stanley Tucci’s Nigel remains a scene-stealing delight with his dry wit intact, while cameos and new additions (including some high-profile fashion-world-adjacent stars) keep the runway bustling without overwhelming the core trio.
Director David Frankel, returning to the helm, wisely leans into what worked before: zippy pacing, clever callbacks, and that signature blend of glamour and bite. The film doesn’t chase the original’s surprise factor but instead builds on it, threading nostalgia with timely observations about ambition, loyalty, and what “success” looks like when algorithms rule the newsroom. Some moments veer toward sentimentality, but they feel earned after two decades of character growth.
Personally, I found The Devil Wears Prada 2 a tad more entertaining than the 2006 original. Where the first movie felt like a sparkling discovery, this sequel delivers comfort-food satisfaction with higher stakes and funnier payoffs. The preview audience laughed heartily, gasped at the fashion montages, and left buzzing—proof that these characters still have plenty of mileage left on their designer soles.
Critics have been mixed, with some praising the charm and heartwarming reunions while others note it doesn’t quite recapture the first film’s fresh sting or human relatability. Yet for fans, that’s hardly a dealbreaker; the cast’s effortless return to form and the script’s witty one-liners more than compensate. It scratches every legacy-sequel itch while adding enough new fabric to feel fresh.
By the final frame, I was left wanting more—specifically, a Part 3. This reunion proved these icons can still command the screen with style, substance, and plenty of sass. If you’re a fan of the original, do yourself a favor and book tickets. The Devil Wears Prada 2 isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel; it’s happily strutting in last season’s hottest trends, updated just enough to turn heads all over again. Thoroughly enjoyable from start to finish.
Screening at Luna Leederville, Luna on SX, and the Windsor from April 30.
