THE film version of Weisberger s novel got mixed reviews, with some critics alleging it dumbed down what was a witty, clever book. Well, the film must really be some piece of celluloid fluff because the book isn t exactly Dostoevsky to start off with. The

THE film version of Weisberger's novel got mixed reviews, with some critics alleging it dumbed down what was a witty, clever book.

Well, the film must really be some piece of celluloid fluff because the book isn't exactly Dostoevsky to start off with.

The basic premise is that a young, keen graduate, Andrea Sachs, ends up working for the uber-bitch editor of a New York fashion magazine, in a bid to get on the career ladder.

This editor, Miranda Priestly, is allegedly based on Vogue editor Anna Wintour, for whom Weisberger worked, and she is indeed a character to behold - rude, demanding, and completely out of touch with the real world.

Her outrageous demands are entertaining enough, and Weisberger's chatty, lively style is absorbing but I'm just not sure the 'demanding boss makes life a nightmare' premise is enough to provide material for a whole book.

The Devil Wears Prada is fairly enjoyable, but really at its heart it is just a story of a naïve young girl being bullied by a horrible woman.

There's no real message and at times it feels as vacuous as some of the skinny fashionistas who populate the magazine. 2/5