I sat through The Devil Wears Prada 2 with a glass of something robust and a heart full of hope. Two hours later, the glass was empty and the hope was dead. This film is a disaster. A beautifully dressed, star-studded, expensive looking disaster.
And nobody is saying it out loud. Because the first one was fine. It was original enough, fun enough, quotable enough. But this sequel? It has officially killed the franchise. Buried it in a custom Prada coffin and thrown a sale rack on top.
A comedy that forgot to be funny
What is this film supposed to be? A comedy? I did not laugh once. I did not even smile. Not a single smirk escaped my face. The script lands with the grace of a dropped cappuccino. Even Stanley Tucci, the man who can make reading a phone book delightful, is pushed to the sidelines like last season’s ankle boots.
So is it a fashion film? Well, if such a genre exists, then yes. But it does not entertain. It merely exists. The cameras lovingly caress the clothes, the bags, the Milanese palazzos. But a beautiful wrapper does not make a good chocolate. And this chocolate is stale.
No romance, no chemistry, no point
There is zero romance in this film. Not even by accident. Andy Sachs, now twenty years older and supposedly wiser, is saddled with a pointless Australian boyfriend named Peter. He works in construction. He is divorced. He likes Andy. That is literally all we know about him. Patrick Brammall does what he can, but the role is so thinly written you could read a magazine through it.
Why, in 2026, are we still terrified of a woman who is proudly single and child?free? What would have been so wrong with letting Andy stand on her own two feet, without a man attached to her like a boring handbag? This film wants to be a career film with a capital C. Apparently that is a new genre now. Let me yawn while I am writing this. Entertainment business, seriously? You create a “career movie”? It is as thrilling as watching someone format a spreadsheet.
Your purpose in life can be creativity, good friends, and holding onto your job by your fingernails. With no boyfriend. This film refuses to learn that lesson.
The cameos are a cry for help
Lady Gaga, Donatella Versace, Jon Batiste, they all show up. When a film throws this many cameos at you, it is usually a sign that the script is on life support. To be fair, the best part of the entire movie is the fashion show in Milan, set to a Lady Gaga performance. Because Gaga has raw talent. Watching her perform is always a pleasure. The rest of the film? Not so much.
Even the gorgeous scenes filmed at the Brera Academy in Milan could not save this. Beautiful architecture, terrible storytelling.
Copycat of the original, but worse
The plot is recycled. Andy gets laid off from a serious newspaper (by a Jeff Bezos type) and crawls back to Runway magazine. Miranda Priestly is still terrifying, but now she has to pretend to care about body positivity and pronouns. She flies coach. The horror.
Meanwhile, Emily Blunt returns as Emily, now head of Dior, and she is fine. She gets a few good lines. But nobody emerges from this film looking good. Not Meryl, not Anne, not Stanley. Everyone is just going through the motions. The acting is average. The directing is average. The whole thing is aggressively mediocre.
And yet, you all paid to see it
Here is the part that makes me furious and impressed at the same time. This absolute stinker has grossed over $436 million worldwide on a $100 million budget. It is the fifth highest?grossing film of 2026. In two weekends. Two!
That is insane. Nostalgia is a hell of a drug. We all lined up because we wanted to see Miranda Priestly again. We wanted the comfort of that familiar “that’s all” and the icy stare. And Hollywood knows exactly what it is doing. I am not even mad about it. I am part of the problem. I threw my money at the screen too. Star power is undefeated, even when the movie is not good.
The verdict
The Devil Wears Prada 2 is one of the worst films of the past ten years. It is a bad sequel further tainted by a pointless man. It recycles old plots, adds nothing new, and commits the ultimate sin: it is boring.
The first film was a mid-00s romcom with heart and bite. This sequel has neither. It is a career film that forgets that careers are supposed to be interesting. It is a fashion film that forgets that fashion is supposed to be fun. And it is a comedy that forgot to be funny.
Do not see it. Unless you want to confirm your suspicion that some sequels should never be made. And if you do see it, bring a strong drink. You will need it.
Lady Rantingham: The unconventional Voice with a bit of sass
Meet Lady Rantingham, a witty and rebellious spirit who brings a fresh twist to the “Rant” theme. While her name might evoke a touch of aristocracy, she’s anything but conventional. With a playful, humorous tone and a slight air of authority, Lady Runtingham is here to run riot on just about anything – especially the things that bother her.
Whether it’s the little annoyances of everyday life or the larger absurdities of the world around her, Lady Runtingham isn’t afraid to call out what grinds her gears. Her rants are filled with sharp wit, unfiltered thoughts, and an unapologetic perspective that blends rebellion with a dash of humour.
Her commentary goes beyond just mockery; she touches on everything from societal quirks to the frustrating intricacies of modern life, all while maintaining a sense of lighthearted authority. Lady Runtingham isn’t just runting about the monarchy — she’s ranting about anything that makes her roll her eyes.
