The devil is snoring

Rating: 1/10 (13 June 2011)

The thing that sticks out in my mind about this movie is that it is a fantasy about life in Manhattan dreamed up by someone who seems never to have set foot out of California, and whose image of New York was gleaned entirely from mid 20th century screwball comedies.
Spoiler: The scene in which Andy carries a tray of coffees through the street is something that wouldn't happen in real life Manhattan more than, maybe, 3 times. Someone at the coffee shop would notice her repeat appearances, & gently taken her aside to explain that if she works in an office in the immediate area, she should just call the shop & one of the young delivery men will bring the coffee up to her office. Office staff don't have to worry about getting coffee before arriving at the office or spilling on the way, coffee shops' floor space is less crowded, everyone is happy. :Spoiler end.
The one part of the previews that made me think I might like this movie was the speech Meryl Streep's character gives Andy about her blue sweater. This fine bit of writing gave me the impression that this movie had a more intelligent, nuanced and unexpected view on the fashion industry, rather than the usual view that fashion is hopelessly shallow, demands anorexia & self hatred, & is a haven for heartless & vindictive women. Instead the "sweater speech" seems to be a page from a different movie that was accidentally slipped into a script that confuses "comedy" with serving up the usual cardboard-caricaturing of the fashion industries' alleged politically-incorrect flaws.
It would have been so refreshing to have seen the movie that the "sweater speech" actually belonged in.
The only reason I stayed for the entire movie was that I was in a super posh theater with plush recliner seats & waiters serving actual wine.