The Devil Wears Prada

The book was among the first few I read. It was not really interesting, I thought. The ending was torturing, slow and dull. The bits about Jimmy Choos, Blahnik, Lagerfield, Channel was the only ones that keep me interested. (Me, being woman, of course)

So when they published the movie, I wasn't keen, at all, to go and see. However, when putting my booking fees for the latest Linkin Park (which is released today! yoohoo!), I grabbed a copy of the CD. Then I watched it on Sunday late afternoon, after Azeuchry finally settled to his nap.

I would give better better rating to the movie compared to the book. It is either I read the wrong version of the book, or the movie is awesomely brilliantly written.

The characters personalities remains, except for Emily whom in the book was 180 degrees nicer and much helpful.

Storyline was altered totally. Okay, at least 87% of it. Some of the powerful scenes were retained. For one, Andy lived with the boyfriend, but in the book, she Lily instead. Nate, the boyfriend, was very much existed via phones in the book, but he played a major role of you-are-sinful-for-being-workaholic in the movie.

And yes, Miranda Priestley, her character is the most powerful, most enticing and courageous. The book had her ended as the ever-evil woman but the movie justifies her Snow-Queen personalities, her judgement. The movie also portrayed her as a good mother, a wife seeking attention and she had a soft spot for Andy, unlike in the book.

The final scene, where Miranda Priestly stood waiting for her car was actually the most powerful one, a complete turn around from the book's and the movie's. The book had Miranda stood in proud and arrogant, the movie had Miranda stood in proud, arrogant and winning-look given to Andy.

Meryl Streep is totally totally snow-queen, a lioness in the corporate world.

Complete turn around. I loved it, anyway.