Com todo respeito pela rapaziada responsável da área, mas no fim do dia, o fisiculturismo é um distúrbio alimentar/dismorfia corporal socialmente aceito
Having watched The Devil Wears Prada 2 twice, here are my thoughts.
The worst: The script. Andy has no real character development; it actually regresses her arc from the first film. She mostly just makes phone calls. We’re told she’s writing top-tier pieces, but we never get a sense of a single one. Miranda's wit is gone. She went from Glacial Queen to a softer, almost goofy version of herself, throwing punchlines and making funny faces, almost bordering on physical comedy at times. The costume design isn’t memorable and doesn’t reflect the character's identity or development the way it once did. Madonna's VOGUE montage barely lets the outfits breathe or be appreciated as in the original. Some plot points feel convoluted and overly convenient. Andy’s romantic subplot is totally forgettable and unnecessary. Her assistant adds nothing either. Amari’s potential is wasted.
The best: The cast’s charisma fills the screen and carries a lot of the film. Gaga’s small storyline—hinting at her early, awkward interactions with Anna Wintour—is a nice touch. Bringing the real media crisis into the plot (instead of ignoring it) was a great idea. Some callbacks and fan service land well, the standout being the new car dialogue, where Miranda reflects on the cost of success, along with the meta nod to the real TDWP novel, which ends up being one of the film’s most poignant moments.
eu sou completamente obcecada por perfumes e o fato de ter começado a aparecer conteúdo disso até aqui indica que os algoritmos já absorveram todas as dobras do meu cérebro