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Great movie!
Great movie. Really funny. As usual Meryl Streep plays her roll to the hilt, she's perfect! Lots of fun! Quick and easy purchase thanks to Amazon.com.
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Over Promise, Under Deliver
Much praise was given to this less then interesting film. A two hour waste of time unless you are looking for something that won't require the use of any brain cells while viewing.
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Less than expected
From the widespread raves, you'd think this fairly thin coming of age tale was Shakespeare. It's not. It's an adaptation of a book I never read, but the title was slapped onto the movie to help sell it without any true reference to it in the film. Meryl Streep is the one to watch here. Her performance is outstanding. But the rest is rather cliched slapstick. I expected something more sophisticated. Silly me.
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It's fluff, but it's good fluff
As has been said in other reviews, it is truly the stellar cast and acting of this film that make it wonderful. Otherwise, I'm afraid that the fluffy plot would bomb. But the actors are fresh, funny, and very much into making the movie work. Most of the joy of watching this is indeed the actors and their corresponding characters.
But do not be mistaken by the fluffy plot comment. While I'm sure that this is the type of movie that would drive many nuts, those that can appreciate simple light-hearted goodness will enjoy this. It's funny, sweet, and, while not carrying too much in the way of complexity, packs plenty of heart.
It's fun to watch, and Hathaway and Streep have amazing banter. If that's all you need to like a movie, this will work well.
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Obnoxious, vapid, nihilistic train wreck.
I agreed to watch this movie under the erroneous assumption that the director was going for something here, but that was likely due to my enduring and foolish optimism. I expected it to at least try to say something about crass consumerism and the ostentatious waste which fuels, along with gossip pages, our trend-obsessed culture. However tired the anticipated moral might be, and however saccharine we may expect its delivery to be based on the dozens of movies which have tackled the same subject, I was going to give the movie a chance. But, as they say, no good deed goes unpunished. I learned from this movie that it is better to conform to each cynical expectation which is placed upon you and to do it with such devotion and skill that you sacrifice everything else and, in the end, earn a grudging nod from someone with every cluster B personality disorder in the DSM. The movie made it a point to miss every opportunity to introduce some fallout or some consequence for becoming a self-absorbed toadie, and seems to do so deliberately. The worst we see in the movie is an extremely amiable break-up, once which seems to be the completion in any case of the plot of the all-too-common female fantasy of the innocuous castrated male best-friend/boyfriend roulade. And always, at all times, everything is done with the kinds of effusive displays of emotionalism that lead me to think that everyone in this movie is histrionic enough that they really do get some kind of life-affirming revelation from their gelato. As the movie dragged on, I realized that I was watching a slideshow of carefully packaged cliches, all calculated to sell to the kinds of shallow, deluded, self-absorbed Cosmo readers who raid the stacks at the local bookstores for books with pithy titles rendered in flowing script above a trendy picture of a skinny girl with boots, sunglasses, and a purse with a tiny little designer dog shoved inside. The movie wasn't meant to lambaste or parody anything. It wasn't meant to have a moral. It was calculated to win with focus groups and demographics. It was a script written in adspeak for women who are all too ready to parody themselves and think it "empowering". I'd watch this movie only if you desire to have your opinion of your fellow naked apes diminished even further.
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an elite fashion magazine full of size-0, impossibly well-dressed plebes. This makes new second-assistant Andrea (Anne Hathaway), who's smart but an unacceptable size 6, stick out like a sore thumb. Streep has a ball sending her new slave on any whimsical errand, whether it's finding the seventh (unpublished) Harry Potter book or knowing what type she means when she wants 'skirts.' Though Andrea thumbs her nose at the shallow world of fashion (she's only doing the job to open doors to a position at The New Yorker someday), she finds herself dually disgusted yet seduced by the perks of the fast life. The film sends a basic message: Make work your priority, and you'll be rich and powerful... and lonely. Any other actress would have turned Miranda into a scenery-chewing Cruella, but Streep's underplayed, brilliant comic timing make her a fascinating, unapologetic character. Adding frills to the movie's fun are Stanley Tucci as Streep's second-in-command, Emily Blunt (My Summer of Love) as the overworked first assistant, Simon Baker as a sexy writer, and breathtaking couture designs any reader of Vogue would salivate over. -- Ellen A. Kim