Why I Hate Meryl Streep

Rating: 7/10 (23 January 2014)

This movie has some fun moments but mostly involving the clothing and the transformation (totally unbelievable) of a blue stocking into a runway model (sorta). Like Hitchcock said, you must suspend disbelief here. How a young nerd with literary aspirations finds herself working for the new Diana Vreeland, knowing zip about the rag biz or fashion and making it is just airhead fantasy. Nobody, even with a high IQ, could learn so quickly and be promoted so fast only to discard it all in the end without a sigh. It's just not real. The people aren't real either which is accurate for NYC and Seventh Ave. Everyone is a shark and everyone is mean. Then we have the resident fag who helps our little girl in dis dress, I mean 'distress'. He's actually like Calvin Klein and Halston before they were famous. I worked in NYC in the 70s/80s for Cosmo magazine and the Hearst/Conde Nast empire. There were people like him around. They had all stayed too long at the fair. This character isn't as angry as they were. Anyway, Meryl plays the bitch of the east but no houses drop on her. She's her always impervious self. Just how many roles has she copped from other aging actresses just as capable now? Just because she has a wealthy husband in the business doesn't mean she should eat all the cake. I hate her. She can act, but she cannot share.