One thing the film actually gets right, Elias-Clarke is basically Conde Nast, Anna Wintour has become the global chief at Conde Nast, and of course there was a tech bro lurking (read Bezos).
As someone who can practically recite every line from The Devil Wears Prada in her sleep, the sequel was dissapointing to say the least. The only thing that kept me going was nostalgia and the hope that at some point the film might become even mildly engaging.
And the fashion. Yes, the fashion. The one thing this film had no excuse to get wrong. What Patricia Field created on a 100k budget still has more charm than whatever this is. Honestly, embarrassing.