Sympathy for the Devil

Last week I finally got around to watching The Devil Wears Prada. Am I supposed to like the non-Miranda characters? Because they were all hideous (Anne Hathaway's giant, horsey mouth! Simon Baker's distracting bleached eyebrows!), stupid (Your girlfriend has a rotten job for one year and then can do whatever she pleases; why abandon her? Your friend gives you thousands of dollars in free stuff from work and you try to get her in trouble with her boss; way to commit attempted murder of the gold-egg-laying goose, morons), or both. And why would anyone feel guilt over going to Paris in the place of a wretched, marginally competent bitch who had done nothing but treat you like dirt since day one (especially since there was no way to rescind your choice after she broke her leg)?

Miranda is the only interesting character. As far as I can see, her only sins were in being too clueless to realize the danger of flying in a hurricane and in being passive-aggressive about the whole Harry Potter thing. The rest is the same sort of demanding behavior that is standard in the business world. (Even her snatching the rug out from under Stanley Tucci's character is not that awful; he only got the job through her, and once it was too expensive for her to use the connection to benefit him, the Miranda tooketh away. I'm sure another opportunity will arise for him, and as we saw in the newspaper office scene, Miranda is loyal to her competent underlings.)