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