And here I was thinking that the only lesson in iconic fashion flick The Devil Wears Prada was the trickle down phenomenon of cerulean blue from haute couture to the racks of Bloomingdale’s.
Underneath the thigh-high boots and Chanel frocks was a hidden message: don’t let a possessive and patronising boyfriend drag you down. Wake up, people – The Devil Wears Prada isn’t about fashion, it’s about sh*t boyfriends.
Let’s start at the top.
Like all good mid-2000’s chick flicks worth their weight in sparkly lip gloss, The Devil Wears Prada was essentially one long makeover montage. Our protagonist is the frumpy, lumpy, dumpy Andy. Andy is a #SeriousWriter, and somehow lands a spot at top fashion magazine, Runway. During her time at Runway, she becomes hot; thus transforming herself into a #HotSeriousWriter.
(From what we can tell, this process mostly involved the removal of several chunky knit jumpers, addition of sparkly lipgloss, and the use of a GHD hair straightener. Textbook movie-montage-makeover.)
Herein we meet Andy’s boyfriend, Nate.
Nate is a chef, and is very focused on his career. Nate is just your average down-to-earth nice dude who is actually very good at disguising the fact he hates most things.
For example, Nate hates:
- People who take a challenging job for the sake of their long term career plan
- People who enjoy fashion
- People who make sacrifices for their very important and career building job
- People who don’t turn his birthday into an all-day circus event
- People who are late to dinner
- People who don’t want to eat his grilled cheese sandwich for dinner even though that’s not really a very impressive dinner for a professional chef
- And yet, we all kinda feel bad for poor ol’ Nate. Nate appears to be getting the pointy end of the stick at several moments in the film, such as when Andy is like, ten minutes late to some dinner. Or, when she missed his birthday party to attend a work event.