I’m no movie critic, but after seeing a sneak preview Wednesday night of the upcoming “The Devil Wears Prada” and offering my fashion impressions afterward to The Bee’s Press Club audience, I feel the need to set the record straight:
Folks, I’m OK with my decision to stick with newspapers. Heck, I’ll go as far as to say I bleed ink, not the red stuff!
Here’s what happened:
I mentioned to the group that the movie made me a little - stress here, a little - melancholy that I hadn't pursued my own dream (a billion years ago) of going to the Big Apple and working at a fashion magazine.
Certainly, after seeing how “tough” a fashion editor was being portrayed in the upcoming film (in Sacramento theaters on June 30), attendees probably wondered why on earth I would have wanted to work in such a cutthroat world for such a nasty - albeit well-dressed - boss.
Well, if the Prada shoe had fit, I would have worn it. But, Cinderella I wasn’t. In the end, I settled for the sure thing - a newspaper job. Lest anyone think there aren’t some nicks on my neck from 27 years at it, though, that’s what concealer is for.
As for you fashionistas out there, definitely check out this fashion-filled flick. I'll leave it to The Bee's movie critic, Carla Meyer, to give the review (in the Friday Ticket of June 30.) But, this much I will say now: The shoes and handbags are to die for.
-- Leigh Grogan