I missed the boat on The Devil Wears Prada during its initial theater run, partly because I don't worship the gods of fashion and partly because I'm not a 13 year-old girl, but mostly because it just didn't look like it would be a worthwhile movie. Having seen it now (in-flight on a 5" screen), I can understand why it was smashing success, and not just among readers of fashion magazines. Aside from the ever popular underdog story, the dialogue is pretty sharp. I would imagine some of the lines were actually said by Vogue editor Anna Wintour (reportedly the inspiration for Meryl Streep's character), but some of the throwaway lines by the other characters are quite funny in their own right. Emily Blunt and Streep (who received a Best Actress Oscar nod) were terrific casting choices here, and Anne Hathaway is adequate as the fish out of water. So what's wrong with The Devil Wears Prada? Well, aside from the minor quibbles I have with it (the most annoying cell phone ring I've ever heard, Alanis Morissette's horrible cover of Seal's "Crazy"), the movie is too long and too predictable. Also, I'm really sick of exaggerated character development. For example, when we first meet Andy and her friends, they enjoy wine at dinner and are hip, about-town New Yorkers, but as soon as she gets modeled up they're a blue-collar crew eating soggy fries and drinking Bud Light? Anyway, the real problem is the formulaic story - we don't see every turn coming, but the bus driver (director David Frankel) reminds us where we're going about every 10 minutes. Really, could you have imagined any other ending to this movie? Maybe I'm being picky since production annoyances and predictability are common to 90% of movies these days, and it would be unfair to make an example of Prada. Its imperfections make it perfect for an inflight movie, and Miranda is an interesting character that doesn't come along very often. That being said, I still don't worship the gods of fashion and I still don't think it was a worthwhile movie. For me.