The Devil Wears Prada

I know--I know--I need more photos, but my life is a little chaotic right now. Not bad chaotic, just disorganized chaotic--which I guess can be bad.

For now you will make do with my review on the movie "The Devil Wears Prada." As you may or may not know, I finished the book about a week before the movie came out. An easy read and it hit so close to home having just worked in the beauty industry for several years in NYC. I can certainly relate to many of the characters. Although I think fashion is much more catty than beauty.

Anyway--I give the movie wicked props for being a consistently funny movie all the way through. Yet--it departed a little too much from the book. At one point during the movie I just decided to stop thinking I knew what would happen next because the storyline was simply straying too much. As silly as it sounds, I was shocked when the Christian character gave Andi a slight peck on the cheek at the art gallery causing Andi's best friend to "go off" on her as if she was cheating on her boyfriend! That reaction seemed a little forced. And in the book her best friend totally encourages her to chase after this Christian fellow. I just saw the cheek peck as the way people in that industry greet one another. It is how I always greeted people and how I was greeted. And good lord, they were at an art opening--a kiss on the cheek is MUCH more appropriate than a sturdy business man hand shake. Now, I was not a huge fan of "cheek kissing" greetings initially, but have grown fond of them now. It instantly relaxes you (once you have had, oh about 100 of them) and opens you up for a more friendly conversation. Or, maybe it is just me? I certainly respect those individuals opposed to cheek kissing by not doing it to them. How did this review stray to my thoughts on "cheek kissing" greeters?

Ok--I am no movie critic. I am better at rants and complaints. But the movie was great--I would see it again for sure, but I highly suggest the book as both are quite different. It made me miss my high heels and cute little skirts. None of which I have worn for two months now. I loved summer in NYC for that very reason. Nice bare legs. Cute skirts. Colorful open-toed sandals. New York really knows how to appreciate the summer. I miss that. Ahhhh...at least I still have my sunglasses.

Ok--more photos of who knows what later.