Film Review: "The Devil Wears Prada 2" (2026)

A sequel that should have never been made.

“A million girls would kill for this job.” A million girls would kill for you not to make another sequel.

As we are on the topic of a largely female cast and story? A million girls would kill for the $100 million budget wasted on this movie, making at least ten $10 million movies directed by women, or a whopping one hundred $1 million budgeted films directed by women with actual value. How about one thousand $100,000 budget films directed by women who have stories to tell?

Did anyone ask Emily Blunt what movies she might direct? Sign me up to see her acting in her own work.

Toy Story, Shrek, Indiana Jones to name a few, all carry sequels fine.

The Devil Wears Prada has little in common with the first film at all away from the title. The cast and crew had to do what they were told for a delicious payday. You know this sequel was made for packing audiences in, duped thinking it might be a fun evening.

Do you like business meetings? You’ll love this movie. It’s largely music-free, business meetings in slow motion and people talking about them later.

The Sex and the City films were nothing like the show in quality. They were entertaining. I didn’t walk into them finding myself an unwilling participant in a corporate meeting masked as cinema.

Because that is what this is. A corporate meeting. You sit like a phantom, watching higher ups communicate their disdain for Miranda Priestly’s horrifying overspending.

Nor are these entertaining big business, Wall Street themes.

The Devil Wears Prada 2 is an ad for Vogue. Runway can lose money into the sewers of NYC as we speak, but we must “protect Runway,” whoops, Vogue, because it is an institution. No one else may run Runway, sneeze ACH-OOO Vogue, because it is an institution. Vogue is an insti–are you brainwashed yet?

Brainwashing you on that is the plot. Enjoy it.

When I talked with a gentleman years ago in the know, a question I asked was why jobs got cut but Vogue remained. He, of the media world, knew THE Vogue budgets from being an editor.

“I don’t know,” he said, how it bled money that any other magazine would get it cancelled entirely.

No one may bring Runway forward with the times! NO ONE!!!!

Vogue does have value. It will survive centuries with change.

The solution, this film says, is avoid selling Runway to a businessman apt for turning consumerism gold into diamonds when you can sell it to someone else who doesn’t care how much money you waste on a dying magazine. A new owner who will be drained of finances in no time, when you see Miranda’s spending left and right.

Billionaires are “bad.” Wanting to be one is “bad.” Giving yourself a makeover is “bad.” Until you sell the magazine to a brainless new billionaire letting you spend as you please. Those billionaires are “good.”

I might see how the film works the “billionares=bad” angle, were it billionaires should donate more to charity or serve the greater good. No, all they want is billionaires dumping their money fuelling the fire to keep a dying magazine alive at full spending.

“So Nicole, skip it or watch on Disney+?”

Oh, my.

I lean skip it. I can watch all kinds of fluff.

Viewing this made me exhausted. I felt like I was reading city council meetings minutes.