It's not the New Yorker, but...

I wanted to hate the film version of The Devil Wears Prada, I really did. The novel was certainly the most despicable piece of trash literature I'd ever read; not only was it poorly written, but it was dreadfully edited as well. You can't trust the credibility of an author who has no concept of verb tense agreement within a single sentence. Plus, as someone who tried unsucessfully to crack into the Manhattan publishing world, I find it hard to have sympathy for a self-involved, loathsome brat who lands a job at Vogue...ahem, Runway, directly after college. OK, we get it -- your boss is a witch, but certainly you weren't forced to accept the complementary pair of Jimmy Choos, the Jean-Paul Gaultier trousers, or the Chanel scarves at gunpoint, right?

However, the movie began to pique my interest early on when I heard that director David Frankel and costume designer Patricia Field (both Sex and the City veterans!!!!) were attached. The end result is a sinfully delicious flick -- a fantastic Manhattan romp. It's thankfully more in the vein of All About Eve than Lifetime: Television for Women. Fortunately, Lauren Weisberger's grammaritical errors and shallow characterizations don't make it to the big screen, but the movie retains enough of what made me pick up the damn book in the first place (publishing industry! haute couture! bitchery! gossip!).

Let's not forget the soundtrack! There's a ultra-fantastic montage scene in which Anne Hathaway transforms from office assistant duckling into sparkling designer-clad fashionista to the tune of Vogue. That's what I call quality cinema. Add in sweeping skyline shots of Manhattan and Paris and you've got a movie, as Beth put it in keeping with the fashion pun, "tailor-made for Curtis."

And it's impossible not to love Anne Hathaway. Let's face it, the gal got her start alongside the legendary Julie Andrews. Not only is she exquisitely gorgeous, but she now gets to wear fantastic Patricia Field clothes and then make out onscreen with Jake Gyllenhaal on one day, Adrian Grenier the next (talk about a hard day at the office) and is dating a high-profile Italian aristocrat in real life. Sign me up for that job ASAP!