The Drivel Wears Prada

Rating: 2/10 (18 November 2009)

An attractive woman with nice clothes, a handsome boyfriend and her own apartment working at a fashion magazine? Well I never! Stop the presses! That's hysterical! Frankel's fashion farce is a comedy missing one essential ingredient: humour.
A mess of montages and moral emptiness, it's impossible to feel connected to any person, place or thing during this whole ordeal. The characters are so one dimensional you'll wonder if you're watching it on your Sega Master System. There's no real storyline and its intentions seem totally unclear.
It's also far too long. 1hr 40mins might seem O.K, but with pacing that would make the editor of Ang Lee's Hulk cringe you'll think you're approaching the end at around 36 mins....then you'll realise you're wrong...and you'll cry.
Tiresome and nauseatingly smug: I don't know if the Devil wears Prada but he probably helps rubbish like this get made.
WARNING: contains self indulgence and mild Meryl Streep.