Twenty years after the original became a cultural phenomenon, The Devil Wears Prada 2 struts back onto screens with its signature wit, killer wardrobe, and the undeniable chemistry of its two leads. While many long-awaited sequels disappoint, this one mostly delivers, thanks in large part to Anne Hathaway shining brighter than ever.
Hathaway returns as Andy Sachs, now a seasoned journalist whose serious career hits a wall when her newspaper folds. Pulled back into the glossy chaos of Runway magazine as features editor, she once again finds herself orbiting the icy orbit of Meryl Streep’s Miranda Priestly. Hathaway is an absolute joy to watch, ephemeral, beautiful, steel-spined yet vulnerable. She carries the film with effortless charm and quiet strength.
Streep slips back into those sky-high heels as the legendary editor. She’s still magnetic and cutting, though this time Miranda feels slightly less demonic, a touch more human and battle-weary in an industry fighting for survival against digital disruption and corporate greed.
