We watched The Devil Wears Prada this evening. The film made quite a buzz when it came out in 2006 and it is reasonable entertainment but it is not that good. The storyline (about a powerful New York fashion magazine editor, played by Meryl Streep, and her gauche assistant, played by Anne Hathaway) is thin and schmaltzy. Emily Blunt, playing Streep’s senior assistant, gets to say some good lines. Stanley Tucci, playing the part of the magazine’s long-suffering art editor, puts in a good performance as a cynical stoic. But my interest in the characters and the world they were portraying started to wane and, for me at least, the story line wasn’t strong enough to keep me interested thereafter. As to the moral of the story, is there one? I am not saying that there necessarily has to be one, but for people who are not fascinated by fashion garments and the legendary Anna Wintour (Streep’s character is loosely modelled on the US Vogue editor) the film feels almost like a documentary.