The Devil Wears Prada

It's Meryl's movie, everyone says, and in a way it is. She gives a furiously funny performance as a furiously nasty bit of work... But, as I said earlier, scenes without her suffer horribly.

An agreeably shallow comedy.

Makes one pine for any comparable '50s working-girl comedy (or, for that matter, 1988's Working Girl).

When Streep is absent from the screen, however, the interest factor plummets.

Anne Hathaway is Patricia Field's latest fashion victim in this limp semi-satire.

This smart and funny creation is not just wish-fulfilment for the ''Sex'' And The City generation -- it's a Wall Street for the 21st century.

When you think of the final years of Fox before the Disney acquisition, The Devil Wears Prada is one of the standout films--they don't make them like they used to.

If looks can truly kill, Meryl Streep's Miranda may very well be the fashion industry's most notorious serial killer.

This one goes out to anyone suffering the whims of a tyrannical employer. For you, this will be so much more than a fun, fashion-conscious comedy. It will be therapy.

The film ultimately fails because it lacks the sharpness needed to make a successful satire. Who would have thought that a comedy about models could suffer from being too nice?