One of a series of bright, reasonably budgeted movies released in 2006 that made film fans rejoice that maybe Hollywood hadn't lost the knack of producing solid, entertaining fare. Anne Hathaway is very likeable in a role that Lindsay Lohan must be gnashing her teeth over missing - a journo student who works for a bitch from hell.
The latter role is also one of the best roles for a 50 plus female actor in Hollywood in recent years and Meryl Streep makes the most of it: stylish, a bitch, but cool, never Joan Crawford, never losing her humanity, obviously very good at her job (she has a marvellous monologue about one of Hathaway's daggy sweaters, some excellent writing there) but never losing the fact that she isn't a very nice person.
Stanley Tucci also brings freshness to what could have been a stock role, the gay designer, although I found Adam Greiner a little irritating.
Watching the film in a cinema was a little odd because they would make a joke about fashion every now and then and only women would laugh - i'ts not often I feel out of the loop in a Hollywood film. You can still enjoy it.
The film has fashion porn up to its eyeballs with some terrific montages. Incidentally, I didn't think that Hathaway's "betrayal" of her co worker Emily (played by Emily Blunt, a real find) was the same as Streep's betrayal of Tucci - Tucci is a nice person, a friend, and it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, whereas Emily is a bitch who his horrible to Hathaway and it is an annual thing she misses out on.
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