Leading on from my lack of the right kind of shoes I went see "The Devil Wears Prada" yesterday.
I would not know Prada if it came and bit me on the ankles and I certainly couldn't walk into a shop selling it because I would be far too intimidated by all the smart people and certainly couldn't walk out again if I bought shoes without going arse over tit.
This film annoyed me a great deal.
Mostly because this film was trying to pretend that it was telling some great moral tale about how being fixated on fashion and how you look resulted in unhappiness; sadly, for me, it failed. Because despite the fact that, yes, she did give it all up because she recocognised it had changed her into someone she didn't like - the fact remains that there were lots of undercurrents.
For example: dressing prettily and being fashion-concious gets you a man with lots of money and influence
Fancy shoes and clothes mean people respect you
So on and so forth. And these things were there in abundence in the film and I don't think that last 20 min turnaround was enough to negate those messages.