Guess Who’s Coming to ‘The Devil Wears Prada 2’

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Is this the Devil that Mötley Crüe was shouting at? (CREDIT:
20th Century Studios/Screenshot)

Starring: Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep, Stanley Tucci, Emily Blunt, Justin Theroux, Kenneth Branagh, Lucy Liu, B.J. Novak, Simone Ashley, Tracie Thoms, Tibor Feldman, Patrick Brammall, Caleb Hearon, Helen J. Shen, Rachel Bloom, Larry Mitchell, George C. Wolfe, Pauline Chalamet

Director: David Frankel

Running Time: 119 Minutes

Rating: PG-13

Release Date: May 1, 2026 (Theaters)

Easily the most surprising moment for me while watching The Devil Wears Prada 2 came during the end credits when accomplished professional golfer Rory McIlroy and his wife Erica were credited as playing themselves. And yet my mom and I had not noticed them during the actual movie, despite both of us closely following his recent major victories. We figured they must have been at Miranda’s party at the Hamptons, which was positively bursting with oddball cameos. Which brings me to an important question I couldn’t help but ask myself: would I ever like to attend a Hamptons soiree myself like that?

I cannot imagine I would exactly enjoy the drive over, and it’s not like Runway can afford to loan everyone on the guest list a personal helicopter anymore these days, what with the modern state of legacy journalism being what it is and all (that’s the message of the film). Although if I were in the passenger seat, I would of course appreciate being able to get plenty of reading done. But the unpredictable assemblage of guests would probably make my brain melt from the random discombobulation of it all. I guess that’s a commentary on what Life is Like Right Now.

Thank you for coming to my hyper-specific review of The Devil Wears Prada 2!

Grade: 2 Lipas out of 3 Gagas

B.J. Novak Heads Down to Texas to Orchestrate Some Vengeance

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Vengeance (CREDIT: Patti Perret/Focus Features)

Starring: B.J. Novak, Boyd Holbrook, Issa Rae, Dove Cameron, J. Smith-Cameron, Isabella Amara, Ashton Kutcher, Lio Tipton, Eli Abrams Bickel, John Mayer

Director: B.J. Novak

Running Time: 108 Minutes

Rating: R for A Few Bursts of Language and Violence

Release Date: July 29, 2022 (Theaters)

What’s It About?: New York-based journalist Ben Manalowitz (B.J. Novak) would really love to host a podcast that gets people talking. If you’ve ever met someone whose response to listening to Serial was “I could do that!”, then you know the kind of guy we’re dealing with here. As serendipity would have it, he gets a call from the family of Abilene Shaw (Lio Tipton), an old hookup of his. They inform him that she’s died of an overdose, as they’ve confused him for a serious boyfriend, so he suddenly finds himself flying down to Texas for the funeral. Abilene’s brother Ty (Boyd Holbrook) suspects that there’s more to the story, so he recruits Ben into his plan to track down who’s really responsible and deliver some Lone Star-style vengeance. And so, Ben now has his podcast premise: a probing examination into the American opioid crisis through the lens of conspiracy theories that are more comforting than the truth.

What Made an Impression?: If that synopsis has you screaming, “This sounds like the most insufferable movie ever!!!”, I can see where you’re coming from. But those alarm bells should be tempered by the creative guiding hand of Novak, who writes, directs, and stars. But maybe you’re worried that even a self-aware version of this story would still be pretty insufferable. Understandable! But here’s the thing: it’s all played pretty sincerely. This isn’t satire, but rather, an engrossing tale of a messy tragedy. Ben certainly starts off a little condescending, but he allows himself to be drawn into Abilene’s family. They have their fair share of Deep South middle-of-nowhere quirks, but they also have access to modern amenities, so they know what’s what in the 21st century. (If you were looking for something more mean-spirited, you can at least relish John Mayer’s self-mocking cameo as himself.) Ben is won over by the clan, and he eventually gets drawn in enough to realize that Abilene really doesn’t seem like the type of girl who would have OD’d and that her death indeed warrants further investigation.

In a very strongly cast movie, the one performance in Vengeance that really blew me away was a career-best turn from Ashton Kutcher as local record producer Quinten Sellers. He could easily have more clients in a bigger city, but he’s an idealist who doesn’t want to see talent go to waste in this little town. Ben is all ready to dismiss him as a flim-flam man, but Quinten wins him over with a stunning monologue about how writers are the translators of life. (I was inspired quite a bit as well!) I’ve never seen Kutcher’s charm put to such profound use before, and it’s kind of intoxicating.

While most of Vengeance is disarmingly openhearted, it ultimately barrels forward to a sour, ugly conclusion befitting its title. That doesn’t negate all the hope-filled moments that preceded it, but it does cast a pall over the optimistic scenes. I’m not going to dismiss the whole movie for that questionable swerve, but it is worth noting that it’s stuck in my craw despite my generally satisfied experience.

Vengeance is Recommended If You Like: Looking past stereotypes

Grade: 4 out of 5 Whataburgers