Every once in a while, a movie comes along that’s so betchy it quickly transforms from a standard flick into a visual betch bible. There’s Cruel Intentions and Mean Girls for baby betches, Legally Blonde for the college betch and, of course, The Devil Wears Prada for the young professional (despite the fact that Anne Nicegirl Hathaway can’t fucking sit with us). And because the entire world dreams of being as incredible and powerful and fab as Miranda Priestly, The Devil Wear’s Prada is coming to Broadway. Brb, running to buy my ticket rn.
Our fave gay BFF Elton John and famous playwright bro Paul Rudnick are the ones creating the whole thing, so like, shit should be good. This isn’t Sir Elton’s first fucking rodeo, amiright? The only downside is that the production company has said that none of the original cast will be in the play. I know, I know. Y’all are gonna freak tf out and be like “that’s great news because Mia prin-cess of Genovia is the fucking worst,” but like, you gotta admit watching her get shit on for two hours was entertaining af. Not to mention, who could ever replace Emily Blunt and Queen Meryl? No one. That’s who. But IDGAF because shit is legendary and who doesn’t wanna see Miranda Priestly realness in person?