Devil Wears Prada 2 brings back the iconic cast—Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep, Emily Blunt, and Stanley Tucci—picking up roughly 20 years after the original The Devil Wears Prada. The film revisits the world of fashion publishing in a very different era, where workplace culture has shifted and the cutthroat environment that once defined Runway magazine doesn’t quite fly the same way anymore. There’s an attempt to show how these characters have evolved with the times—but that’s also where things start to fall apart.
Let me be clear: I love the original. It’s sharp, it’s focused, and it knows exactly what it’s doing. This sequel? Not so much.
The film seems to exist in two lanes. One is for people who love fashion—the outfits, the industry, the vibe. The other is for people chasing that nostalgic feeling of being back in this world with these characters. And if that’s all you’re looking for, you might get some enjoyment out of it. But if you’re expecting a strong, well-structured story that actually builds into something meaningful, you’re going to feel the gap pretty quickly.
The biggest issue here is the story—or honestly, the lack of one. It feels scattered, like a series of moments loosely tied together instead of a cohesive narrative. There’s no real arc pulling everything forward. You’re kind of just moving from one scene to the next, figuring things out as you go, but not in a way that feels intentional or satisfying. It’s very one-note throughout, and nothing ever really lands the way it should.
And then there’s Miranda Priestly. Miranda Priestly was such a powerhouse in the first film—commanding, intimidating, unforgettable. Here, that edge is noticeably softened. The film tries to justify it by leaning into how much workplace dynamics have changed over the years, but instead of feeling like growth, it comes off like something essential has been stripped away. That presence, that bite—it’s just not there in the same way.
There are also moments that feel completely unnecessary. There’s a specific scene toward the end between Emily Blunt’s character and Anne Hathaway’s character that really had me questioning why it was included at all. It didn’t add anything, didn’t push the story forward—it just felt forced, like it was there because it could be, not because it should be.
At the end of the day, this film feels more like a collection of vignettes than a fully realized sequel. And maybe that was the intention—to give fans a chance to revisit these characters and soak in the nostalgia. But for me, it just didn’t come together in a meaningful way.
I wanted to love this. I really did. But it missed the mark.
Rating: 2.5 out of 5 stars
If you’ve seen it, I’m genuinely curious—did it work for you, or were you sitting there trying to piece it together like I was?
