Let’s be The Devil Wears Prada

....

I'm cerulean. Not just blue. Not turquoise, nor lapis. Cerulean.

I"m not a question.

I’m freesias.

I'm Anne Hathaway, I used to have a career.

I'm size 0.

I'm Oscar Winner Reese Witherspoon, glad this movie wasn't released a year soon!

I'm the stomach flu which would make her goal weight

I'm Andy's post-Runway career in non-fashion journalism, where ethical behavior will be the norm.

I’m hearing THIS, when I need to hear…this.

I'm that lumpy blue sweater.

I'm a size 6 which is the new 14.

Her last truly worthy nomination.

I'm Jarlsberg. AND I DON'T JUST FUCKIN' GROW ON JARLSBERG TREES, INGRATE.

I’m just… a drizzle.

⛈️⚡️⚡️🌴🌴⚡️⚡️🌪️

I'm Emily Blunt, stealing every scene.

I’m the size 8 1/2 pumps. I’m a guess.

I'm hot daddy James Naughton.

I'm the onion bagel.

I’m Andie’s annoying as fuck friends whom she can’t dump fast enough. Is the audience actually supposed to like us?

I'm the excess skin around Simon Baker's eyes.

I'm Nate; the real villain of the movie.

I'm the sad, last days of Madonna's music.

I'm the wasted Smith & Wollensky steak thrown in the sink.

I would've inhaled that shit.

I’m Patrick Demarchelier, waiting on hold.

I'm the outgrown, unsupportive boyfriend.

I'm I can't even talk about that

I'm a effeminate straight actor playing an effeminate gay character.

I'm the pursing of the lips.

I'm Christian Thompson, who talks to Andy about her boyfriend on may way into the gala, even though I've only met her once before tonight and the topic of a boyfriend never came up during out initial meeting.

I'm the hunky little extra who looks like Scott Caan who shows up in the background of the movie three times:

1) Walking down the street at the beginning as Andy heads into the garment district

2) Sitting at an outdoor restaurant as Andy walks by, pondering whether she should fuck over Emily and go to Paris

3) Looking at a piece of art at Lily's gallery opening

I'm JK Rowling. Who the fuck let them steal my book? Some trans bitch I guess.

I'm the apparently mind-blowing fashion concept of "east meets west".

I'm the oddly dark lips on the portly gay friend.

I'm Miranda's young twin girls, who had to have been adopted or conceived via surrogate, since Miranda would have otherwise had to conceive us when she was 50.

I'm Stanley Tucci....god damn it I am straight.

I'm that bowl of diced fruit being tossed into the transparent garbage can that will get brown and stink up the floor in about an hour.

I'm Human Resources. I have a bizarre sense of humor.

I'm the desk that Andy's supposed to be chained to, but that she's frequently absent from for long stretches of time.

I'm Gwyneth, and yes, I've lost the baby weight, ya cunt.

I'm one of the unattractive female paratroopers.

I’m the fabulous spontaneity era of sexy NYC nightlife 2007 that sparkles throughout the movie…

that sunsets with the launching of the iPhone.

R28- Stanley Tucci ISN'T straight.

I'm the horrible exposition device that's used near the beginning of the film to introduce Nate and Andy's friends and let the audience know what they all do for a living.

OP- Thank you. I like this thread and some of the quotes are very funny. This movie is deserving of more datalounge threads then it's gotten in the past.

I'm the tourists standing on the street corner in the middle of July wearing shorts and t-shirts as Andy walks by in a winter coat and gloves.

I'm the delicious bowl of corn chowder that gets thrown into the trash.

I’m Tucci’s flapping wrists - look at me flip and flap and flip and flap some more! Hilarious!!!!!!

I'm the cube of cheese that will keep Emily from passing out.

I’m Anna Wintour, not amused.

I'm the freaky looking receptionist with the huge anime eyes Andy encounters when she comes for her Runway interview.

I'm Christian Thompson's appendix scar.

I’m “stuff”.

I'm "Oh, Emily..."

I’m the click-click-click of the CLACKERS.

The sound is like a Datalounge get-together with 100 fat whores in hiked up moo-moos, walking in stilettos.

I'm "us." Everybody wants to be me.

I'm bangs.

I'm That's all.

I'm the Hideous Skirt Convention Andy will be attending later.

I'm the flip phone that is now an ancient artifact.

I’m Gisele. Next to my marriage to Tom Brady, Gen Z’ers know me best by my bit part in this movie.

I'm disappointment.

I'm the beautiful view of New York City from Emily's private hospital room. Runway must have a great health insurance plan.

I’m corn chowder.

I’m Miranda’s gorgeous townhome.

I'm a Clacker. I woooorship Miranda.

I am the Shu Uemura Eyelash Curler that Andrea doesn’t recognize.

I'm the haughty cunt standing in line behind Andy in the cafeteria.

I’m the “smart, fat girl”.

I Mrs. Priestly's office. I mean, Miranda Priestly's office.

I'm something about a pony.

I’m the layout for the “Winter Wonderland” spread. I’m not wonderful yet.

I’m Andie’s non-binary black dress shoes that gets a dose of Miranda’s wrath.

I'm the X rated version of The Devil Wears Prada

The Devil Wears NADA

I’m the owner of Noguchi Gardens. We prefer our customers wear sculptured tailored suits.

I’m a Marc Jacobs bag which was the $1900 “it bag” back in 2006, - now you can find us in the clearance dept at Macy’s for under $300.

I'm the cute bellhop in front of the St. Regis. I know where the King Cole Bar is.

I’m the models and designers who declined involvement in fear of angering Anna Wintour.

I'm James Corden and I should have been in that picture

I’m python. I’m hot right now.

I'm the table with the flowers.

I wasn't kidding.

I'm the flight that Andy couldn't get for Miranda on time to see her daughters' piano concert.

I’m Lily’s dull-as-fuck photographs at her gallery opening.

I’m the Bang and Olufson phone Miranda didn’t want.

I’m Andie trying to maneuver Marandas Porsche Carrera in Midtown. 😱

I'm very fetching. So go fetch.

I'm Starbucks, one of the movie's biggest sponsors. And I'm piping hot.

[quote]I’m a Marc Jacobs bag which was the $1900 “it bag” back in 2006, - now you can find us in the clearance dept at Macy’s for under $300.

Why would Macy's be selling a seventeen -year-old-bag?

I’m the start of Emily Blunt’s career in America. Sigh.

I'm the coat. Do the coat!

I'm the INNER beauty

I'm Gisele. I can't act worth a shit.

I'm 'Suddenly I See'.

I was, and am, an inspired choice.

I’m Lagerfeld. Did you like the show? Tell me just how much you liked my show. It delights me!

I’m one of Miranda’s bratty twins.

Which you ARE you, r81???!!!!

I’m actually Cerulean.

I'm the empty space Miranda finds when she turns and expects Andrea to be standing.

I'm the smirk and inward chuckl Miranda gives before returning to being a cunt and orders her driver to "GO."

I'm the chuckle in the limousine. I guess I at least gave that bitch some sense of fashion.

R94- All of the so called beautiful models in this movie are now OVER THE HILL

Most or all of them are now in their forties.

On the newly covered and bound unpublished Harry Potter books.

I’m the hot Starbucks. And I mean “searing hot”

I'm the designer James Holt, played by the gorgeous Daniel Sanjata.

I’m the white wig.

I'm Miranda's driver. The hot looking daddy one.

I am Jacqueline Follet who was supposed to arrive after Miranda who took the obscenely overpaid job away from Nigel.

My version, "Sodomy I See!"

I’m the red china marker Nigel uses to markup contact sheets. I was also used by Nigel to poke Andie on her forehead.

I'm Jacqueline Follet's shag crossed with Joan Jett's hair haircut.

I’m Emily’s chocolate pudding, and I’m a bitch to get open!

I’m the flurry of Hermes scarves.

I am Emily browbeating Andrea for eating carbs while stuffing a roll into my mouth.

I'm the trio of bound Harry Potter manuscripts.

I’m the bread in Boston waiting for Nate to eat me.

I’m Andie’s shallowness.

I'm the book the movie is based on. I suck and instead of making the narrator the heroine, I end up maling people root for Miranda to fire the narrator cunt's bony ass.

I'm the Chanel boots.

I’m Miranda’s Boca Raton grandmother haircut and LensCrafter eyeglasses. I should have gotten the costume director fired on Day 1 of production.

I’m Miranda’s facialist, whose disc ruptured.

I'm Amanda Farrow. I'm the first Miranda.

And I'm Sadie Shelton, the second Amanda.

I'm Donatella's private planel

I'm Stefano Gabbana, Andie doesn't know how to spell my last name

I'm The Book (don't touch me)

I'm the Elias-Clark building, played by the McGraw-Hill building.

I'm the novel's running gag of the lobby security guard who wouldn't let Andie into the building without singing a verse from a Madonna song. I was not in the movie version, and nobody missed me.

I"m the viral plague Emily brought into the office.

I'm Lauren Weisberger, author/whiny cunt/spoiled talentless bitch.

I have fuck-all to do with this movie.

I'm my cousin, who has a role as an extra in the film. She wore her own 1974 lime-green Chanel pantsuit and is visible in the hotel luncheon scene as one of the audience to Miranda's speech.

I'm the lack of directorial vision. Plug peak era Mike Nichols or Milos Forman into this with a rewrite/polish and the same cast and then you've really got something.

I'm the hideous fanfiction that came out from this, pairing Hathaway and Streep.

I'm also the "hide your gays" aspect of the movie that saw Tucci's character's homosexuality only hinted at through a 2 second glance, and made Sommer's character as supposedly STRAIGHT?!

How you can attempt to defy stereotypes with Doug, then only allow the audience to infer Nigel's sexuality through those same stereotypes is beyond me.

I'm girding my lions.

^ loins *

I'm Nate studying French Frys a whole semester.

I'm the taxi door being swung into the dad's forehead.

I'm the Clacker nervous about sucking oxygen during Miranda's elevator ride.

I’m the tortes filled with warm rhubarb compote.

I'm homework one of the twins left at Dalton.

I'm the stare of death Andrea receives when she goes upstairs.

I’m Leslie Dart & Page Six.

I'm the glacial pace Andy moves at.

I'm the T-mobile ringtone.

I'm ... and ahn-Dray-uhhhhhhHHHHHH.

I’m Andrea’s computer screen getting clobbered every day with Miranda’s coats and handbags.

I'm Snoop Dogg being moved to Miranda's table in Stephen's absence.

I'm Rebecca

I'm the countless Apple products they bought for the offices because every movie HAD to have tons of Apple shit.

I’m Miranda’s (I’m sure exquisite), flip cover wristwatch. As she flips the cover, she tells Andrea: “I’m having lunch with Irv, I’ll be back at 3, I’d like my Starbucks waiting”… Absolute riot!! 😂

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Disgusted and frustrated, Andrea chucks the Smith and Wollensky porterhouse steak into the sink; plate and all….

I’m the orange poncho.

I’m all the clothes that Andy gives to Emily in the end even though they’ll drown her.

I’m Patricia, Miranda’s dog.

I’m the run through.

I’m the key to Miranda’s townhouse, and only entrusted if she determines you’re not a psycho. It is to be guarded with your life.

I’m the twins flip flops and surfboards/ boogie boards.

I’m Miranda Priestly wearing no make-up and teary-eyed while changing the seating chart.

I'm Demarchelier--and I did confirm.

I'm the laughable fantasy that there is any meaningful allegiance, sisterhood or affection between women in highly competitive workplaces, apparently somehow hiding underneath that supposed veneer of lethal cuntishness.

I'm ambassador Franklin, whose utterly forgettable face cost Emily her trip to Paris.

I am the turquoise belt, not to be confused with the other turquoise belt, cause we're soooo different.

I am the assertion, throughout the movie that with hard work, determination and “personal grit”, that I can truly succeed in the entertainment and media realm as an unsullied innocent and pure play outsider,

without ANY business or personal connection, nepotism hiring, or casting couch involved.

I am SO very wrong.

R158 I’m the scene that Meryl wanted in there to ensure she got another Oscar nomination.

I am Miranda Priestly and tales of your incompetence do not interest me. Who the fuck threw my $130 porterhouse in the break room sink?

I'm gracious way Miranda handles being ambushed by mortal enemy Jacqueline Follet.

I’m every Blimpie’s in the tristate area.

I’m ... sort of comical.

I'm the onion bagel.

I am the web camera one lady looks into to adjust her lip look before Miranda arrives.

I’m the frantic swapping of clogs for heels while girding my loins.

I am the large aqeeq ring Nigel wears.

I'm everyone enjoying the girl's recital. That is everyone except Miranda. Because sadly, she was not there.

I'm the green screen hurricane that causes Miranda to miss the recital.

I'm Andie's big speech, about her so-called work ethic.

I'm the 15-minute lunch breaks reduced to 5.

I'm self-righteous, pain in the ass Andy.

I’m a full ballerina skirt and a hint of saloon.

I'm screaming for Emily.

I’m wondering the reason my coffee isn’t here yet. Did she die or something?

I'm a military jacket.

I’m busy boring someone else with my questions.

I'm Tom Ford making Miranda smile in 2001.

I’m choosing. Choosing to get ahead.

I'm the bag being constantly dumped on Andrea's desk in the montage.

I’m the people in this room, selecting that sweater for you, from a pile of … stuff.

I'm Andie proudly proclaiming "I must have done something right", when all she did was make a phone call, and Christian did all the work.

I’m NOT your baby.

I'm that retarded hand twirl gesture Christian gives as he's telling Andi about JaKLEEN FoYAY.

I'm the ring on Andy's toe that stayed on while she fucked Christian the night before.

I’m the cube of cheese Emily eats when she feels like she’s going to pass out from extreme dieting.

I’m the deadly punch served at James Holt’s party.

I'm the cellphones that dominate every scene throughout the movie, except when Andie can't find 10 seconds to call the BF on his birthday to say that she's running late.

I’m EXACTLY eight almonds placed in a small bowl for breakfast.

I'm the insertion of the magazine brainstorm meeting "florals..for Spring" which Meryl had added to show Miranda being good at her job without Andy being present.

I’m the bed covers Nigel crawls under to read Runway with a flashlight when he was a child.

I'm a lot of herself which Miranda sees in Andy

I’m Rich Sommer, and I’m kind of hunky.

Who is Rich Sommer?

I'm that vile ringtone that NOBODY used in the real world.

R198, here’s Sommer’s profile on IMDB. Very nice cleanup job. Handsome.

R201 He's fat.

R298- I don't think he's kinda hunky but I do think he's kinda

CHUNKY

I'm the suitability of Christian losing to the unsuitability of Nate.

I’m the “hisssssss” of Nate’s grilled cheese that pairs nicely with Miranda’s “pile of sssstuff” line to Andie.

I'm Angela Westwater. I am co-owner of Sperone Westwater Gallery. I used to rep Meryl's artist husband and kissed her ass whenever the two of them showed up. Meryl took a dislike to me and modeled Miranda after my office behavior, which was/still is infamous in NYC's art world.

R206 interesting, thank you!

R206- Please, tell us more.

I'm Stanley Tucci's Fred Leighton statement ring.

I’m wondering where are the belts for this dress and why is no one read-deeee?!

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I’m all these hours and hours of non-preparation.

I’m all the fey, willowy straight actors in this film that look like they’ve taken a cock or two.

I’m a tragic Casual Corner.

that's all

R198 Yum! Rich is hot! Lovely dad bod!

Interestingly, looks like he's lost some weight recently.

I still prefer him with a bit a meat though.

R215- He's a homosexual

I'm the sense of superiority that permeates the book, because the author thinks she is a WRITER and a lowly assistant job is beneath her. She is a cunt.

I'm Emily's red runny nose that was supposed to have 15 minutes more screen time. Miserable Emily was supposed to stay sick till the end of the film, had not snooty Emily B struck that off her contract!

I'm the concussion Andie's dad gets when she slams the taxi door in my face.

I'm the 3 a.m. emails to Adie's parents.

I am the spectacular Tahitian pearls Miranda always wears.

I'm the foul soft-sided briefcase that Miranda cannot be allowed to see.

I’m “The List” of Miranda’s followers. She presents it to Irv, as leverage to retain her position at Runway.

I’m Stephen. I’m not coming.

I'm another father. Figure.

I'm Andie signing up on Raya to find myself a new boyfriend who isn't such a sabotaging jerk as the one I currently am stuck with

I'm Adrian Grenier's sex tape.

I’m the slender female paratrooper model.

R227 I'm his mass of pubes requiring a weed-whacker to find his dick

I'm the satchels that Marc is doing in the Pony.

I’m the million other girls who would kill for that job.

I’m M’s original wig.

I’m TV Guide. Apparently I’m the worst place you can end up at, career wise.

R232- Meryl was so attractive in that movie.

R227- I really like his slim natural body in that photo.

I'm the Editor-in-chief of Runway, not to mention a legend.

I'm James Naughton, and I'm pissed. I had a great drunken scene at the Gala which got cut out of the final film, and I only ended up in one scene with, like, two lines.

I'm the falafel restaurant across the street from Christian's hotel in Paris. I will change your life.

I’m the fantastic score by Theodore Shapiro.

I'm R239. I never noticed this score sounds exactly like every Harry Potter film score.

I'm the twins' solar system science project that Andy's working on while she drinks a beer in her apartment.

I'm the model Andy's going to be fed to.

I'm Michael Kors' party, to which Miranda will arrive at 9:30 and leave at 9:45. Sharp.

I'm the torts filled with warm rhubarb compote.

I'm incompetence, and tales of me do not interest Miranda.

I'm the disk that Miranda's facialist ruptured.

I'm the lamp post in Paris that Andy swings around until she winds up kissing Christian. I am out of excuses.

There;s something I don't get- why did Andy have to tell Emily that she was replacing her in Paris? Emily was in hospital with multiple injuries; clearly she couldn't go!

I'm the cube of cheese the Emily eats when she feels she's about to faint.

I'm Emily's goal weight.

I'm the oleg bagnefson phone.

I'm the hurricane that's just drizzling.

R251 That's a Bang & Olufsen phone.

I'm the chocolate pudding cup on Emily's hospital tray.

I'm Donatella's jet.

I'm two tickets to the musical CHICAGO

I'm Jaqueline Follet surprising Miranda at the gala.

I'm the Shu Uemura eyelash curler

I'm the Smith & Wollensky steak (with parsley)

I'm Bobbsey.

I'm the surfboards or boogie boards that the twins need.

I'm Nigel's sewing class.

I'm does anyone else have anything that I can possibly use? Antibacterial wipes perhaps? (Looking at r252, r257, and other Johnnies-come-lately who can't be bothered to read this thread to see if their idea has been posted already).

I’m the perfectly placed fashion magazines on Miranda’s desk.

[quote] I'm does anyone else have anything that I can possibly use?

Use this to work with and don't tell anybody I told you.

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R248 Don't underestimate Emily! She would have found her way onto the plane and gone to Paris.

R232 they could have used that wig in the final scene to show a few months (and fashion) has moved on since Andy quit her job. Though mainly just for the reason Meryl looks great in it and it's a shame it never got to make an appearance!

I'm Beyonce, devastated as Meryl sweeps the stage winning the musical/comedy Golden Globe. I thought given all the weight I lost for Dreamgirls meant I had this in the bag!

I'm the sympathetic chauffeur telling Andy that Nate will understand.

I’m the letter opener that sliced the hand of an assistant who now works for TV Guide.

I’m Miranda’s missed calls rolling over to voicemail.

I’m the couture Emily will never wear.

I'm not reading the previous replies and posting what I think is an original witty answer that has been already mentioned upthread. Probably more than once.

I’m Pier 59. I’ve been reserved.

I'm the alphabet spelling Gabana

I'm the halls of Runway where countless legends of walk.

I'm the Runway office where many would die to work yet Andi only deigns to work.

I'm the gold star that Andi wants to be awarded for her homework.

I'm the Chanel boots.

I'm the Nancy Gonzalez bag.

I'm the Crisco and fishing line that'll put us in business.

I am Christian Thompson's furry blond eyebrows that look like caterpillars.

I am Andy's terrible pay.

I’m the untouched bread on Andie’s and her father’s restaurant table.

I'm MIranda's frank admission that nobody can do her job as well as herself.

Thank you.

Please bore someone else with your questions

I’m the Polaroids from the lingerie shoot.

I’m the (now missing), piece of paper that Miranda had in her hand yesterday morning. She wants it.

I’m the totally out of character reference that Miranda sent Andy’s new boss.

I’m a $5.00 strawberry from Dean and Deluca.

I'm the weird open-mouthed smile Miranda does before she gets out of the car in Paris. Everyone wants to be us :)

I'm six. And I need to grow up.

I'm the new assistant that replaces Andie, and apparently I have some very large shoes to fill.

I'm Irv Ravitz, Chairman of Elias-Clark. Tiny man, huuuuge ego.

I'm the soul Andie sold the minute she tried on her first Jimmy Choos.

I'm the Let's be the Devil Wears Prada thread. I'm also the best fucking thread currently on Datalounge.

I'm Jacqueline's shiteous short shag hairdo with the skunk stripe.

I’m actor John Rothman who plays the editor who interviews Andy at the end of the movie. I also played the mean librarian who bullied M in “Sophie’s Choice”, and I played M’s husband in “Prime”.

I am Auto Universe magazine.

I’m a no-foam skimmed latte with an extra shot.

I double as the autumn jackets Miranda killed and the pushed up Sedona shoot.

I'm the breezy "surpris" Miranda utters to cover her simmering RAGE at seeing her arch-nemesis, Zhah-KLEEN, at the benefit gala.

I’m the Dior that Nigel switched in for the Rocha.

I’m Christian Thompson. I’m not desole at all.

Wow R298 I would never have got that! I remember how unnecessarily mean he was to Sophie, bullying prick. Never watched Prime.

I'm the repetition in this thread.

In “Prime”, Rothman plays hottie Bryan Greenberg’s father. Streep as his mother is icing on the cake.

I’m the hideous blue eye shadow on Emily Blunt that a legit Vogue editor would never be caught dead in, ever.

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Yes, a bit much. Borderline slutty.

John Rothman conveyed a lot of kindness and normality in that interview. At last Andy was going to work for someone normal.

I'm David Marshall Grant, in the role of Andie's dad. I was an 80's "it boy"; you may remember me from such films as American Flyers, French Postcards, Bat*21, and the television show Dallas. Or not.

I am Anne Hathaway and I look luminously beautiful in this film.

Im Nigel's hardon when he gets a glimpse of Nate

I'm TV Guide, and working for me is a fate worse than death.

I'm Andie's hypocritical friend Lily who rips Andie a new one but greedily grabs the designer bag and other goodies Andie brought her.

I'm the Oscar Meryl would have won if this was released in 2004, 2005, 2008 or 2009.

Related to R316 I'm Jennifer Hudson, forever pleased Meryl didn't go Supporting!

I'm Dame Judi Dench as honorary Datalounger Barbara Covett, dreaming of Sheba's pussy.

I’m Anne, Emily and Meryl having fun at the Oscars.

I'm Club Monaco. Before Andie started working for Runway, she thought I was couture!

R311- Dallas?

He was sorta famous for being on thirty something as a gay male in bed 🛌 after having sex with another guy and the sponsors and or a segment of the public SPASED over that post coital scene.

I'm Joan Didion. I am brought up in the movie in a futile attempt to make Runway seem more literary than it actually is.

That, and the fact that no one who watched this movie knew who I was.

I'm the dysentery and cholera you'll catch at the falafel store R238 mentioned.

THAT'S what will change your life.

I'm the suspension of disbelief required to think Emily Blunt is thinner than Anne Hathaway.

I'm the stick up Miranda ass that makes her such an annoying cunt.

I'm the shitload of expensive gruyere in that stupid sandwich.

Miranda Priestley : "When you finish the slush files, then you may go. But I want my comments on each."

Andrea Sachs: "Typed?"

Miranda Priestly: :"No Miss Sachs. Beat it out on a native drum."

I’m M’s fun Golden Globes win speech which she ended with the signature Miranda line. God, how I loved her then.

I’m director George C. Wolfe who plays one of the editors whom Miranda dismisses in the “Florals in Spring?” meeting scene.

I also directed M in “Mother Courage”. I am one of several directors who has acted opposite M…the others include her Out of Africa director Sydney Pollock in “Death Becomes Her” and her The River Wild director Curtis Hanson in “Adaptation”.

I'm all of the models in the Urban Jungle photo shoot in Central Park. WE.ARE.STARVING!!!

R326, it was Jarlsberg!

I'm Nate's neglected pinga, drawn towards all the ladies that flirt with him at work

I'm the sequel "Revenge Wears Prada". A movie was discussed but no one committed.

I'm the dark sequel, "The Devil Wears Regret". An aged Miranda seeks redemption through fashion after goading her latest assistant to jump off the Elias Clark building. AnnE has a cameo as the journalist interviewing Miranda on her epic battle to overcome being a bitch.

As her car pulls away in the final scene, I'm the empty backseat that is missing Miranda.

I’m the stand-in for Meryl during the overseas location footage, as the production couldn’t afford to send Ms. Streep to Paris.

Here you go, r321.

I'm Carmen Dell'Orefice, one of Meryl's inspirations for Miranda's white-haired goddess look.

We’re both Jersey Girls!

I'm Banana Republic, happy to be included in such high-end coutore.

I’m the pee Emily has to take while manning the desk.

I am the superb wardrobe designed for Meryl Streep as Miranda, way more chic than Anna Wintour's, with her staple sunglasses and hideous beige shoes.

I'm Nigel's flashlight used to read RUNWAY under the bed covers.

I'm Meryl's refusal to lose weight for the role.

I'm Andi's chicness at the gala.

Related to R344 I'm the weight Meryl actually lost to play Maria Callas in the abandoned "Masterclass"

Skinny Meryl

I'm Andi's moral corruption as bit by bit she is drawn into this glitzy world of depravity and deceit. Even Nigel (Baal) dragged her deeper, serving as her guide into the 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 of the Order.

First turning away from the the corn chowder she wanted leaving it wasted, then backstabbing her friend Emily, and finally throwing herself into the bed of that greasy probably syphilitic French guy while the love of he life sits home three thousand miles away alone peeling tomatoes. Her eyes finally opened by the Devil's victory boast ( Everyone wants to be us ) Andi is resurrected and reclaims her soul throwing the phone into the fountain symbolizes baptism washing away her sins.

The ending hinted by the opening KT Tunstall song "Suddenly I See"

I'm R348 who must have a degree in film :)

R65- You sound like an out of TOWNer

People in NYC especially Manhattan never say Townhome

They say Town HOUSE.

I’m Madeline Ashton. I’m how people thought Meryl would play the role until she surprised the table reading by whispering everything.

[quote] I'm Meryl's refusal to lose weight for the role.

I believe she was filming TDWP when she made this appearance on Ellen. She hasn’t looked this slender since!

Does anyone know how Anna Wintour felt about the film? Or how she felt about the book?

R352 look at R347 which was 2014. She was skinny to steal Miss Faye Dunaway's Masterclass

Here she is in 2020, looking pretty stunning

Is it impossible to find a lovely, slender, female actress to play me? Am I reaching for the stars?

I'm Nigel's fleshlight used to pretend he's fucking James Holt under the bed covers.

I'm Miranda's eggs. Where am I?

R350 I thought all those nice people lefttown Sorry- Left TOWN.

I'm the belts. We're both so different.

I'm the Jennifer Lopez lookalike who darts out of the elevator so Miranda can have it to herself.

I'm "that" blue.

I'm the fact that Lily would not be at any stage to curate a gallery show in NYC in the first year or two of her career unless the gallery was hers or she was blowing the owner.

I'm the white wig. I'm better look than both Mel and Anna Wintour real hair.

Stow it, r364!

I'm the concept of sharing which is so foreign to Miranda.

I'm the hotel room, supposedly at the ‘Plaza Athenée’, where Andy gets a glimpse of the vulnerable Miranda sans make-up, which is really the Presidential Suite at the St. Regis.

I'm Simon Baker who played Christian Thompson and, ironically I haven't seen this movie (@ 0:53)...

I’m the vindictive little twins who get no comeuppance for tricking Andi for their own amusement.

No comeuppance? They'll be sluts in a few years due to daddy and abandonment issues.

I'm the hideous blue and white carpeting on the 2nd floor of Miranda's townhouse that no one ever sees - for good reason!

I'm Miranda's surrogate

I am yet another divorce!

I'm the print department, manically resetting the Harry Potter manuscript over lunch break.

I'm AnnE's obsession with Meryl

I'm the moment I saw her I knew she would be a complete disassss...

I'm a Lifetime Television-caliber script based on a cathartic but poorly written drugstore bestseller that somehow became known as a classic film.

I'm Glenn Close, wishing they'd cast me instead

I'm the porn parody The Devil Wears Nada.

“Sorry, Miranda.” (exits elevator).

I’m, while I ride the public elevator, the daydreams of that fashion grunt, one day, seeing Miranda get a humiliating take-down and comeuppance.

I'm Andi's boyfriend's passive-aggressive behavior by staying up until she comes home from her no-show to his birthday party.

I'm the sad little cupcake with a single candle Andie brings the birthday boy, too late...

[quote]I'm Glenn Close, wishing they'd cast me instead

Glenn supposedly turned down the part of Miranda because she was tired of being typecast as a villain.

R383 G as a villain? Groundbreaking.

I'm the Charles Guggenheimer House at 129 East 73rd Street and Lexington Avenue which was used as the exterior for Miranda Priestly's elegant, Upper East Side townhouse.

To the losing weight comment - M never had a good body. She was stocky even when young, and that turned matronly very fast. She would have looked younger for longer if she had lost weight long term.

R386- What?

For a brief period in the late 1970's she was LITERALLY beautiful

R387 I agree - I was talking about her build not her face.

That should have been clear to anyone.

I'm the train the girls take to see grandma, who is probably a sweet person (evil sometimes skips a generation or two).

Meryl was never stocky when young, she's positively skinny in most of her movies like Silkwood, Postcards, Death Becomes Her, The River Wild

I'm the montage at the beginning of the movie. I show fashionable but highly uncomfortable shoes, lacy delicates, and dangling earrings. Once I put all those things on, I will hail a taxi. This is how poorly paid, stick thin women dress and get to work.

I'm the offices of the New York Sun at 105 Chambers Street and Church Street, Manhattan, supposedly the 'The New York Mirror' newsroom where Andrea gets hired at the end of the film.

I'm French Runway.

I'm the closet where Nate is waiting to come out of.

I'm the last word uttered in the film.

I'm Nigel. I'm excited to get to go to Paris and finally get to SEE Paris when I join the Holt organization.

I’m Andy’s spoiled and unsupportive friends and boyfriend, who feel that she’s getting too big for her britches.

I'm the 3 tables with flowers, the correct table being Miranda's lair behind the stairs. Get it right, bitch!

I'm Stephen feeling humiliated his wife has stood him up at dinner AGAIN.

I'm Emily's brain fog as she forgets the names of attendees at the gala.

If I was a broadway musical composer

But then again, no.

I'm the dramatic sunglasses removal flourish...

I’m the unnerving sight of Meryl/Miranda laughing during the bloopers when she misthrows her coat.

I'm Donatella and Miranda doesn't know where to sit me for the Paris dinner because I'm barely speaking to anyone.

I'm the silent treatment Meryl gave AnnE to help her give a better performance

That was fun.

I just saw the movie on cable twice this weekend.

So how did Wintour take the book and the movie?

R407 Not sure about the book, but she claimed to enjoy the movie. Said she understood Miranda. She was frosty to the director when she met him, though.

That’s cool, thanks, R408.

Of, course she understood the character. She was a domineering, cold-hearted bitch. Or is that redundant?

I’m Snoop Dog. I’m being moved to Miranda’s table since Stephen isn’t coming.

R410, you again?

R407 The book was shit and made her look terrible. In the book, the big climax in Paris was over a turkey sandwich, not over anything to do with her position in the company. It was a joke and made the whole fashion industry seem even more deranged than it already was.

Wintour was terrified of the movie, it making her look like even more of a monster. When she got word that it was more of a fairytale she softened, and finally owed it when it became a hit and it was clear the Meryl character was winning over audiences.

Sorry, R410. This is one of my favorite movies. I’ll stop.

I'm cellulite, one of the main ingredients of corn chowder.

There was a story circulated years ago about how Anna Wintour would fart loudly in the Condé Nast bathrooms. It would have been great if Miranda did that too.

R407 she saw the movie when it came out and was very "meh" and said it would flop. However she may have embraced it later was solely because, as R412 pointed out, it became a hit and people responded positively

"Streep said Wintour was "probably more upset by the book than the film". Wintour's popularity skyrocketed after her portrayal in The Devil Wears Prada. Streep said she did not base her character in The Devil Wears Prada on Anna Wintour, instead saying she was inspired by men she had known previously: "Unfortunately you don't have enough women in power, or at least I don't know them, to copy."

"Streep said Wintour was "probably more upset by the book than the film". Wintour's popularity skyrocketed after her portrayal in The Devil Wears Prada. Streep said she did not base her character in The Devil Wears Prada on Anna Wintour, instead saying she was inspired by men she had known previously: "Unfortunately you don't have enough women in power, or at least I don't know them, to copy."

I'm Clint Eastwood, Meryl based Miranda's quiet, authoritative voice on mine. It makes people be listen

I’m regrets, I’ve had a few.

I’m Patrick. Andi has me (on the phone).

I'm the Noguchi Garden photo shoot.

I'm the aforementioned hot paratrooper they finally found. If both Miranda and Jacqueline Follet are beheaded that's not my problem. I know how to take care of myself.

I'm Meryl, who for all my greatness cannot live up to the level of bored resting bitchface Anna has perfected.