Look what we found behind the frost ...
Meryl Streep's Oscar-nominated turn as Runway magazine editrix Miranda Priestly in The Devil Wears Prada is a flawless execution in ice queen based on the chilly Vogue doyenne of fashion known as Anna Wintour. We all know the type. She's not warm. She's not fuzzy. She's a total bitch.
But the character of Miranda Priestly does exhibit love. No, really.
In fact, many of Priestley's softly-spoken verbal barbs are actually messages of love, encased in ice so thick you need a chainsaw to cut through it!
Not buying it? Stick around. You will. Here's what Streep-as-Priestly said and vocalized about L-O-V-E, in an albeit unconventional way.
When Miranda Priestly sent Anne Hathaway's Andy Sachs on a wild goose chase for a Harry Potter manuscript of the unpublished next book in the series, which is Mission: Impossible, it was the monster mom's way of showing love for twins she never sees "We have all the published Harry Potter books," she declared. "The twins want to know what happens next." And the twins can't wait!
Miranda admonished Andy about her cavalier reference to couture as 'stuff,' demonstrating fashion love, saying, "But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise It's not lapis. It's actually cerulean. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent, wasn't it who showed cerulean military jackets? And then cerulean showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it filtered down through the department stores and trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin."
When the boss lady explained why she took a chance on hiring a fashion-challenged Andy, it showed a softer and almost altruistic side of the Prada-wearing devil Remember when it hurt more to hear you disappointed your parents than to hear that they were mad at you? That same principle applies here. "Do you know why I hired you?," she asked. "I always hire the same girl- stylish, slender, of course... worships the magazine. But so often, they turn out to be- I don't know- disappointing and, um... stupid. So you, with that impressive résumé and the big speech about your so-called work ethic- I, um- I thought you would be different. I said to myself, go ahead. Take a chance. Hire the smart, fat girl. I had hope. My God. I live on it. Anyway, you ended up disappointing me more than, um- more than any of the other silly girls."