July 07, 2006
the devil wears prada
It's perhaps like watching Larry Bird play 2-on-2 in the driveway: it's swell to watch someone be really excellent at something, but there's scarcely any stakes or drama, and you'd rather go out for a beer. But since you can't go out for a beer as you are stuck in the theater, you watch Meryl Steep be excellent, and after awhile you start to think that it's more like watching Wayne Gretzky practice free throws: no stakes, and isn't something terribly wrong? Isn't she playing Martha Stewart, not Anna Wintour at all? How come nobody else seems to be noticing this? Meanwhile, every single significant moment in the movie is signaled by this soundtrack motif that's directly stolen from "All Kinds of Time" by Fountains of Wayne, and nobody seems to be noticing this either, and you start to wonder if the theater is filled with zombies...
Posted by jane at July 7, 2006 08:04 PM | TrackBack