Showing posts with label The Devil Wears Prada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Devil Wears Prada. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

pearls of wisdom from 'The Devil Wears Prada' #2...

" 'This... stuff'? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select... I don't know... that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise. It's not lapis. It's actually cerulean. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent... wasn't it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff. "

Meryl Streep was absolutely brilliant in this movie. this is one of my favorite of her little lectures. she is completely brutual when she rips into Andy Sachs in this scene, her delivery is flawless. this is an amazing piece of writing in my humble opinion. and the scene is a personal favorite of mine also, as many of you should know it's the run-through scene quite early in the film. in my eyes it's a perfect parody of the fashion world, though not over-done. A+.

pearls of wisdom from 'The Devil Wears Prada' #1...

"Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, "Poor you. Miranda's picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy"? Hmm? Wake up, six. She's just doing her job. Don't you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created was greater than art because you live your life in it. Well, not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine, hmm? This is not just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for... oh, I don't know... let's say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls. And what's worse, you don't care. Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn't kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart. "

The Devil Wears Prada...probably the first time i've encountered a movie that was better than the book upon which it was based. no offense, Laura Weisbeger, i still love you. but really, what an absolutely brilliant piece of prose...delievered beautifully, of course, by the delightful Stanley Tucci. i just love it.