Everything that men knew about women all along

Rating: 3/10 (12 November 2015)

Let me begin by saying that i'm actually very grateful that i got to watch this film. Don't get fooled by the rating, because the gamut of emotions this film is capable of inducing in you is really unprecedented.
At first TDWP seems like a regular "@sshole boss vs intimidated employee" flick. You know, one of those generic "feel real bad and then feel real good" movies where the punchline is always some kind of a liberation act when all the previously suppressed frustration is finally let out, which by some miracle sets everything right.
But no, this film went quite a bit ahead. It actually attempted at showing us a Stockholm complex in action. To show us how a person with self-esteem, ambitions and education can turn into a mindless female robot crazed with vain glamour and conspicuous consumption of the fashion industry. A person who is treated like sh!t at work but grows to love that slave's status. A person who betrays her former moral ideals for an illusion of success and importance. A person who doesn't simply fail at saying "No" to the things that frustrate her or make her feel uncomfortable but actually goes to embrace screaming "Yes!" to them all at the top of her lungs.
Now that's how The Devil Wears Prada could've made history. Just by doing this and not saying anything else. Because that would've been the boldest move in the history of modern cinema, an apex of naked sexism and an attempt, beautiful in its insane straightforwardness, to show women as they really are: DUMB. And not just dumb, but devoid of any will to control their lives. Devoid of any intention to stop an abusive boss whose abuse is so blatant that any person with even a tiniest spine would've slapped or - even better - sued her, or to resist a creepy so-called admirer and a drunk rapist who's so full of himself that it's plain ugly. Devoid of any guidelines in life that would've helped making right choices at the crucial times. Leave it like that, and you get an all-time masterpiece, albeit hated by the whole womankind and scorned by the p#ssy whipped critics. Who would've cared? The mankind would still worship it for finally making a statement about what everyone of us knew all along.
Alas, dumbness is more common in Hollywood than courage these days. And since TDWP's writers are both female (and the director is most certainly p#ssy whipped), the film didn't stop after the second act. Instead, it decided to give us a naive attempt at a protagonist's redemption, followed by an equally sappy happy ending. Which only proves the point the film was making all along: that only a totally dumb woman would think that a few smiles and a couple of "i'm sorry"s could fix any predicament you got yourself into.
Unfortunately, it's not a movie character that is the source of all this idiocy. It's the people who created, approved, produced and eventually eagerly consumed it to later view it as their role model. Which ultimately turned what could've been a revolutionary coming-out of all the modern industry of making money out of the women's inherent vices into an outright advertisement of one. A highly expensive advertisement most people even paid to watch. A hymn of stupidity, just like those $1900 handbags.