Who Cares What the Devil Wears?
Last night, on the recommendation of a colleague, I watched The Devil Wears Prada.
Meh. I think he’d told me the 2 funny parts from it. The dealing with insane demands from reality-detached bosses hit too close to home to be funny, and I don’t care about fashion enough to be interested by Anne Hathaway’s Chanel boots. (Plus the rest of the characters’ chiding of her for her “fatness” at a size 6, and her triumphant “FOUR!” at the end of the film were honestly revolting.)
What I really thought about the film was that it was sappy and sentimental. And even though Streep’s character was an irrational, sadistic bitch, I didn’t see anything too shocking in anything she did. I mean, at least she was a competent sadistic bitch. The plot pinnacle where she screws over her long-time employee’s future dreams for happiness to ensure her own - was I supposed to be shocked? That’s what anyone would do. She should give up her own job to make someone else’s career better? That’s nonsense.
Anne Hathaway’s wide-eyed “I can’t [go to Paris instead of] Emily, it would break her heart!” was pathetic. There’s heartbreaking in business? Well, sure I guess there is. But that’s not what we base our decisions on. We base our decisions on what makes sense for us and our careers. Breaking the heart of someone who isn’t able to get the job done is not a factor in business. And walking away from her responsibilities in Paris, after her “epiphany” about how she didn’t want to be like Streep, that was just irresponsible, selfish and immature. She was there, being paid to do a job. She can wait to quit until she gets back. You can’t leave your employer in the lurch like that. And the idea that Streep’s character would respect her for that is pure nonsense. You do not walk out on a job you’ve agreed to do, right in the middle.
Anyway, it left me wondering if I am more of a cold-hearted bitch than most. And not caring overly if I am. I treat the people around me at work decently, but don’t let their feelings take precedence over making the right business decision.
The best thing about the movie IMHO was that guy she screwed in Paris. I do not normally (well, ever) go for blondes, but he was delectable. Plus had his shit together, plus wasn’t an overly-sentimental piece of foppish hurt-feelings like her soulful wounded-puppy boyfriend. And her supposedly cutting “I’m not your baby!” as she walked away from him was retarded. No, you’re not. You’re last night’s piece of ass, actually.
Whatever. Told you I was dead inside.
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I used to like Tom before he fired that agent who kept him shut up about the Scientology. Since then, I’ve disliked him more every time I’ve seen him. He’s at Cringe-worthy Factor right now.
Kiera… depends if I can see her bones sticking out or not. LOL. If they hide her stickness, she’s ok. Otherwise, bleh. The only time I ever thought she would be an asset was the Star Wars prequels. She did a better job of being Amidala’s double than Natalie Portman did with Amidala. I would have switched them. Probably wouldn’t have helped the movies much, though.