The Devil Wears Prada

1/12 My god, what a superb screenplay. Such good direction too. I can relate to Andy. I really, really get that experience of feeling inadequate & detached, especially when certain people (Emily, Nigel, and others) repeatedly remind you of the high you’ve achieved. In this film’s case, Andy is continuously told that “a million girls would kill” for her job. Such reminders in real life trigger my anxiety tbh…  Being one of 19 people to get accepted into my university’s official publication, impostor syndrome hit me again. I haven’t felt that in years. When you consider that I only recently started truly ‘writing,’ it feels more alienating because I was one of over one hundred applicants. To have passed a specialized examination that those one hundred applicants took, and then pass a panel interview whose panelists grilled me about my decisions and question why I only applied for the publication during my last year of college, it feels unbelievable. My acceptance will open up a lot of doors for me, people keep saying. I got told I will get far, because I am a hard worker. I don’t think I can believe that tbh… but rewatching this movie did show me the endless paths my life can take from now on. Omg. It feels surreal that I passed the Varsitarian. This movie gave me a glimpse into ambition and pressure back then. I can fully resonate with it now, given the experiences I have accumulated over the past few years. I can fully resonate with it now, given my acceptance.  What I got out of it now: everyone is a rotten person. Including Andy.  Yet everyone is affected by Miranda. My god, what an abusive boss and what a terrible person. People have got to realize that a high job title does not equate to admiration, nor does bitchiness equate to respect.  But it then begs the question: will Andy grow to the person she is, if Miranda wasn’t abusive?  It’s such a complex thing… I don’t think the movie answers it, but I found the film to be very intelligent about its analysis of power and the fashion industry.  Sure, the movie is immensely watchable! It’s so entertaining tbh… I was hooked and watching for the entire film. Gosh, I love NYC so much. Seeing Andy and her father watch Chicago in New York City after dinner was everything to me. That is the dream I have. I want the entire wardrobe here… but again I’m definitely not a size four or six like Andy. I’ll have to settle for her bags! I love them, particularly the gold one she has at the end. Anyway, this showed me what life can be like as a writer. This also showed me that damn, the life portrayed here is something I already live. I request favors and favors are requested from me. I write, I assist. I wear nice clothes and hold nice bags. I go to invite-only events. I mingle with people whose names I do not know.  I’m already writing about theatre, and I live in the metro, which is so alive and abundant in opportunities. I have so much to be thankful for.  But this movie reminded me that you must not lose yourself in the glitz and glamour. And for that, I’m thankful for its existence.