'The Devil Wears Prada 2' review: A perfect sequel. That's all.

Two decades and the invention of smartphones and social media later, The Devil Wears Prada is back. It's triggering — I worked at a fashion magazine in the 2010s and it was Miranda Priestly–inspired hell — but it's a high-heeled reboot I frankly welcome on my neck. Everything we loved about the 2006 original finds reinvention here: Runway's coveted closet, star-studded runway shows, Meryl Streep destroying editorial staff with laconicism. The Devil Wears Prada director David Frankel and writer Aline Brosh McKenna return, treating their shimmering sequel like an event, one that's just as meme-worthy and acerbic 20 years down the runway. Offering the season's most anticipated collection of high fashion, celebrity cameos, and sweeping statements on modern media, The Devil Wears Prada 2 delivers an expertly tailored sequel, made-to-measure and unmistakably its own brand. Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway), former Runway assistant in the 2000s, is now an investigative journalist who goes viral for an impassioned "journalism still f***ing matters" speech at an awards ceremony. However, when her whole team gets laid off by text during the same event, Andy needs a job — and the illustrious fashion