Film

The Devil Wears Prada 2

Name: The Devil Wears Prada 2
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Released: 2026
Cast: Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep, Emily Blunt, Stanley Tucci, Kenneth Branagh

A belated sequel that drags Andy and Miranda back into a magazine industry now fighting for survival against social media and streaming money. Same brittle wit, same power games, but the stakes have shifted from personal ambition to institutional collapse. It's glossy, nostalgic, occasionally cutting — comfort food for anyone who quoted the original for a decade.

TMDb rating

7.0

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