Workaholics Unanimous

Rating: 6/10 (29 December 2006)

Being a journalist is just hard work, and all the glamour of the fashion industry is merely trappings to any professional. Obviously a Hollywood film is not going to take that approach, and will focus on everything that is not central to the task confronting the editor of a very expensive publication. The Devil Wears Prada makes appropriate fun of the dedicated Miranda Priestly (get the play on words) and yet soon our heroine gets sucked into her workaholism and is shaping up to be a good professional editor herself, before she has a sudden, unexpected aneurism and dashes deliriously across the Paris traffic, experiencing convulsions that cause her to throw her cellphone/mobile into the Art Nouveau fountain. Back in New York, still having some kind of breakdown, she hallucinates meeting her perpetually three-day stubbled boyfriend (a short-order cook by trade) and has a vision of Miranda across the street. Then she walks out of the picture leaving us pretty confused as the credits roll. What about Miranda? Well, she just had to keep at it, didn't she --- after all, the show must go on. They splashed a lot of money on this picture, but it's a groupie show and doesn't make any telling points.