The Devil Still Wears Prada—But Does Anyone Care?
You can almost hear it: the collective gasp, the eyeroll, the quick Google to check if it’s April Fool’s Day. “The Devil Wears Prada 2”? No, that’s not an Onion headline. This is happening—cameras are rolling, Meryl Streep dusts off her best arctic stare, and somewhere in a New York loft, Anne Hathaway is panic-buying Starbucks gift cards.
Maybe you wanted this. Maybe you truly did, somewhere deep in your nostalgia-hazed cerebellum. Or maybe, like me, you squinted at the announcement and muttered, “Didn’t we leave Miranda Priestly in the rearview…?” Apparently not.
Past Power, Present Tense
Production has officially begun on “The Devil Wears Prada 2.” The big story: Meryl Streep’s first movie role since 2021, reprising Miranda, the sorceress of Runway, flanked by returning cast—Anne Hathaway, Emily Blunt, Stanley Tucci. The cherry (or odd mushroom?) on top: Kenneth Branagh, cast as Miranda’s husband. Yes, Shakespeare’s own is wading into the trenches of fashion warfare.
Here’s the twist—Miranda isn’t the titan she once was. According to Puck, Runway is sinking. The only way out? Crawling to Emily, who’s now a C-suite powerhouse at a luxury conglomerate. Not so much a sequel as a power flip. The mighty Miranda, begging for ad dollars from her former assistant. Somewhere, karma is cackling.
Screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna returns, probably with more battle scars than anyone in publishing. (Word is she’s as sharp as ever, and let’s be honest: Prada without her would be… off-the-rack.)
Streep’s Return: Real or Re-run?
Fact: Meryl Streep hasn’t done a movie in five years—she last showed up as President Orlean in “Don’t Look Up” (2021). TV? Yes, she’s been busy. Check “Only Murders in the Building.” But the big screen? Absent. And that Oscar-nominated Miranda? Many called it her fiercest work of the 21st century. Not to diss “Doubt” or “August: Osage County,” but Priestly was the one you quoted, feared, meme’d. That glare? Could curdle oat milk.
Let’s not be coy: some of her Oscar nods over the years felt like muscle memory on the Academy’s part. But for “Prada,” Streep earned every frame. The film redefined “boss.” Also, cost so many assistants their lunch breaks.
Sequels, Cynicism, and Fashion’s Fade
But here’s the obvious hiss: does anyone need this sequel? The original wrapped itself neatly, even poetically—Andy’s freedom, Miranda’s slow nod of respect, the fashion world spinning on, unchanged and yet forever upended.
Now we go back, with the world having changed so much more than those heels ever could. Print is practically pulp. “Influencer” wasn’t even a career in 2006. Is there space for Miranda’s icy power plays in a landscape ruled by TikTok teens and algorithms? Or will the sequel feel like a designer relic—museum-worthy, but out of step?
Honestly, I’m torn.
It could be brilliant. Or a branding exercise wrapped in nostalgia. Maybe both.
All I know is: when Miranda steps into the frame, we’ll all shut up and watch.
Production is underway, but no official release date has been announced yet. Spring 2025? No confirmation—hold your Louboutins.
