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May 1, 2026

Words by JANE CROWTHER

Twenty years after aspiring journalist Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway) finally earned the grudging respect of Runway magazine maven – and thinly disguised Anna Wintour avatar – Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep) via frenemy and tough love shenanigans with assistant Emily (Emily Blunt) and stylist Nigel (Stanley Tucci), the quartet returns. Of course. In the light of Maverick suiting up again and the SATC girls stepping back into their Manolos, legacy sequels and nostalgia-core is big business (Dirty Dancing revisit incoming). The question of whether beloved characters should be exhumed is moot, it’s whether the 2.0 can stand on its own feet as something more than mere fan service, with plenty of cocklewarming callbacks.

Anne Hathaway, Emily Blunt, Kenneth Branagh, Meryl Streep, Simone Ashley, Stanley Tucci — Macall Polay

Devil 2 manages the trick, but only just. In 2026 Andy is a serious award-winning journalist who’s just been made redundant as her paper downsizes, and returns to the Runway offices as features editor after Miranda suffers near-cancellation for her accidental promotion of sweat shops. Nigel is still consigliere to Miranda, Emily is now the head of Dior. There’s a new assistant, Amari, who schools Miranda in what she can’t say during her withering put-downs (Simone Ashley) and a plot that revolves around Andy having to prove her worth to Miranda again as publishing becomes irrelevant in a world of social media. There’s fashion, Diet Coke placement, celebrity cameos (Donatella Versace and Gaga working better than others) plus an awkward romantic sub-plot and a Justin Theroux turn that both feel surplus to requirement.

It’s hitting all the right notes of the original (female empowerment, OTT fashion, a nice nod to cerulean) and Streep does get to flex that calm delivery and imperious stare while MVP Blunt brings her excellent comedic timing (biggest laugh is her Italian gag with Versace). But the story situates Miranda as a victim from the start and diminishes her bite, which was a huge part of the deliciousness of the first film. Though she has more fashion, she has fewer words; leaving Andy and Emily to spat in a corporate takeover narrative that doesn’t feel high stakes enough.

Though the denouement of the characters is placed very firmly in this decade and current media landscape, it feels non-essential to non-fans – the pleasure to be found in seeing ‘Spring Florals’ as the theme of the Runway Ball at the Met, understanding why one should never go upstairs in Miranda’s brownstone, the significance of soup in the canteen and the return of a revamped lumpy blue sweater. And Milan looks glam for a third-reel romp. It’s all perfectly entertaining, without being, as Miranda would say, groundbreaking.

Words by JANE CROWTHER
Pictures courtesy of 20th Century Studios
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CONCLAVE

November 28, 2024

Words by JANE CROWTHER

On paper, Conclave does not sound like a thrilling and slyly comedic drama. Adapted from Robert Harris’ novel, it’s a film that revels in the minutiae and pedantry of pomp and ceremony. In Vatican City, the Pope has departed for the pearly gates, prompting church cardinals from around the globe to gather in their conclave and vote for a new pontiff in a specific and antiquated way. That means camping out in the Sistine Chapel and repeatedly casting votes for their favourite man until a majority decision is reached, for as long as it takes and as the world watches. A sort of Big Brother scenario with rosary beads.

But in the hands of screenwriter Peter Straughan and director Edward Berger, the repetitive process becomes a ticking timebomb, an intrigue and, yes, a thriller via deliciously tart dialogue, smart editing and an unexpected score that reveals the universal in the specific. The admin of the Catholic Church is rendered as a showcase for many of the deadly sins as the ambitious cardinals bicker, showboat, covet and envy in their bid to become His Holiness. The elegance of that presentation is matched by an ensemble of divinely talented actors.

conclave, isabella rossolini, john lithgow, lucian msamati, ralph fiennes, stanley tucci

Ralph Fiennes is our point of entry into this hidden world as Cardinal Lawrence, a logistics man in the Vatican who organises the religious voting and sleepover in the midst of suffering a crisis of faith. This, points out Stanley Tucci’s liberal contender Bellini, is what makes Lawrence a credible competitor to the throne. Certainly, Lawrence seems a better option than hard-line traditionalist Tedesco (Sergio Castellitto), obsequious Tremblay (John Lithgow) or nakedly ambitious Adeyemi (Lucian Msamati). But as the voting begins and factions and secrets are revealed, the race takes an unexpected turn when an outsider takes the lead. And, as the men of God plot and whisper, pray and pontificate, they are watched by Sister Agnes (Isabella Rossolini), a nun whose army of sisters provide their every need – including some home truths.

It’s as delicious to watch what isn’t said by such accomplished actors as what is. The curtsy Rossolini executes speaks volumes, as do the constantly-moist eyes of Fiennes as he wrestles with humility and power, the jagged weeping of a cardinal stripped of the big job, the swirl of Castellitto’s theatrical cape. But when they do talk (in brutalist bedrooms, shadowy stairwells, a crimson auditorium) the running time speeds by on amusing moments, plot twists and a finale that is both bombastic and subversive. A movie that engages heart and mind without overstaying its welcome and is a savage piece of cultural observation wrapped in red velvet vestments. Heavenly.

Words by JANE CROWTHER
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