Devil Wears Blech...

If I'd actually spent money on this, I'd want it back. Plus interest. There's a new DVD vending machine at our grocery store that offered a free video rental. My husband, being a total sucker, chose this as his free rental (I had NOTHING to do with this decision...I wasn't even there when he did it). He swears it was just 'cause he'd heard that Meryl Streep did an amazing job. She did. I still hated the movie and want the hour and forty-five minutes of my life back that I spent watching the damn thing. You know it's bad when you're able to accurately predict in real time what's going to happen next. My husband literally said, "oh no...she's gonna throw her phone into the fountain." Yep. That's what she did. Ultimo lameness, ultimo predictability. And the movie never did make a stand on the whole fashion industry thingie. Sure, it made fun of the fashionistas, but it never quite went for the jugular - even though the evil Miranda Priestly always did. Dear god, I'm so thrilled that Chick Lit (or Chic Lit, in this case) is dead. I just hope it doesn't go all Elvis on us and insist on coming back over and over and over again. Now THAT'S a scary thought.