Checked out the reviews. The Metacritic ratings are too low. Denby's long review is the most favorable, it's really a rave; they have no business assigning it only an 80. It's a 90. Denby's piece is thorough especially in its treatment of fashion, and, typically for the New Yorker, well and stylishly written. Hoberman's is also quite favorable. I like his comparing Andy's chucking her cell phone into the Paris fountain to Coop's throwing his star into the dust. For the most negative and nasty, go to Walter Chaw, not surprisingly; that guy has some serious dysfunctionality going for him (though he is sometimes cool and smart; I liked what he said about Van Sant's Elephant quite a lot at the time). Chaw's reference to the two most intelligent moments in the film is accurate: the disquisition by Miranda about the history of the color cerulean; her speech sans makeup, which I also refer to, as do many others; it's the essential moment. The Metacritic score of 69 being an underestimate, I'd guess the movie has fared pretty well with critics generally. Let's see what Rottentomatoes says: hmmmm. 79. That's more like it. Though many admit as we all must that this is a "wafer-thin" movie saved by a great actress, if the choice is between Superman's spandex and Miranda's Prada, many will choose Prada. Miuccia thanks you. That's all.