Monday, January 29, 2007

The Devil Wears Prada--The Movie

Mr. Sweetie and I rented this because, gosh darn it, it's Awards Season, and we just HATE being out of the loop. Our Girl Meryl has been nominated a bunch of times for this one, and so it's time we made an effort at seeing SOMETHING that might win an Oscar. Something that isn't an animated family film, that is.

I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but Meryl Streep is a good actress. You may not already know this, so I'm clueing you in. The last time Mr. Sweetie and I made a concerted effort to see the Oscar nominated films, she was in two of them: The Hours (great book, great movie) and Adaptation. We loved her in Prairie Home Companion, and could tell she couldn't be more different in Prada.

Oh my god, is that woman good! The way she constantly underplayed her Dragon Lady role. No histrionics, no tantrums, just incredibly high expectations and a steel fist in a velvet glove. "Florals. For spring? Groundbreaking." Man, if sarcasm could kill, you'd be dead and never even know it.

I have some friends who have worked in retail, fashion and even in NY fashion publishing, and the world is entirely different from the one I live in. When the boss shows up, everyone actually hides their comfortable shoes and puts on the stilettos. Really! When there is a food article, the "food stylist" will spend upwards of THREE HOURS arranging the pasta just so, and turning the broccoli toward the camera--before the photographer arrives. They will empty boxes and boxes of cereal in order to create a bowl of only unbroken flakes.

The worst story was from a friend of mine from law school--yes, she left the glamorous world of fashion publishing for a paying job. At the time--quite a depressing number of years ago--her monthly pay wouldn't even cover rent. So, she went into the managing editor to ask for a raise, pointing out that, in fact, she wasn't being paid enough to live on.

"Oh," the managing editor said dismissively, "just ask your Daddy for the money."

Which explains a lot about who those magazines are actually for, doesn't it?

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