Most critics land in the same place: an entertaining, good-looking comedy that is thinner than it ought to be, and that owes most of its appeal to Meryl Streep. The praise clusters almost entirely on her Miranda Priestly, described again and again as restrained, quietly cutting and nuanced rather than monstrous; several reviews say she alone lifts the film above adequacy. Emily Blunt’s comic work earns a mention too.
The reservations are about everything around her. Critics fault a predictable plot, formulaic lines, clumsy montages and an irritating pop soundtrack, and Total Film finds Anne Hathaway’s lead pedestrian beside Streep. The spread is narrow, with five of eight reviews mixed and only two clearly positive, and two reviews are too partially available to add much. The one firm dissent comes from Eye for Film, which calls it a muddled morality tale that glamorises the fashion industry it promises to satirise.
