Are excellent demands worth the price? Is the jockeying unto prestige all there is in life? Or is this just the life of the city, and its calibers of highness? No doubt Middletown, Ohioville lacks the same gusto of the ambitious striving for more worldly acclaim. Yet they also lack the vocabulary of cerulean. Is that such a bad thing?

No – the film is not attempting to contrast the dichotomy of the ignorant with fashion and those that rightly are in awe of its power.

“And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig-leaves together, and made themselves girdles.”-Genesis 3:7, King James Bible Translation

And what power is this precisely? The power to shape the perception of another. 

Such a self-awareness, so canonized in the holy scriptures, at a level which is premier in its text, provides such a basis of the overweighing substance to mere garb. 

That power, typically absent so many male-minded – who perceive a different form of power which is regularly valued high – militant. 

So the natural power of beauty, and its containment unto its expansion of human self-reflectance, is more than just a measure of the desires of the rational willpower of man to fulfill itself rightly – unto more pleasing novelties of what is a necessity to human life; that which, again, dignifies his or her impressions upon Nature with the faculties of the intellect and their interplay with physical world – which contains their bodies and Intelligently designed anatomy.

For it is with this harmony of intellect with the first-ordered movement provided by a Divine Intelligence that accords the clashing of desires amidst the constant stream of ignorance in how to be best.

Is it not certainly in appearing best? Is that not necessarily a beautiful appearance?

Physical beauty is teased, if not hilariously ridiculed, with the precept of what is necessary to be excellent for the Runway glamour-vogue ‘zine. With its all-imposing worldly powers unto the impressionable youth, who fancy themselves with teh fanciful ideas that impossibly beyond the reach of anywhere. That scarce; that reserved; that precious – to attract the many with the hope of adding to the mystique of what is the good?

For the good is certainly not harmful; this is what makes beauty that intrinsically satisfying for living. Thus, to add more beauty is to be adding more goodness to the world.

And then there is business.

And then there is social relationships.

And hence the mixture of labor and its pecking order. 

The film surreptitiously depicts such a totem pole, with such impossible standards – for what is excellence but this to the naively informed of the sweat from the brow to make the world better? 

“In toil shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life.”-Genesis 3:17

Andrea is well prepared for this. Succeeding at Northwestern University – a top ranked school – with extracurriculars no doubt sustained since her adolescency, unto the ripe opportunity of being a personal assistant to the ostensibly nefariously-imposing Miranda Priestly, played impeccably by Meryl Streep. The monotonic demeanor is truly original in film; with a subtle acerbic wit which seems authentically conducted by the actual high and mighty masters of the universe that conjugate on Manhattan Island. That it is the center of the universe; for Americans anyways; to gravitationally attract more and more yearning for more.

So Andrea handles the upkeep, and she is confronted with the personalities which pursue that ambitious road unto more and more extension of fashionable ideas – an original power itself – across the planet. And with this confrontation, of the hidden reality of the movable parts of trade journalism – beneath the wardrobe and makeup sits that morning-face blunt glossed over by allure – there is a decision. A road paved with divorces or a road paved with more late-night grilled cheeses?

Is this not the concern of the womanly and the extension of her free will choices unto benefiting humanity? On toiling in society, now far removed from the compulsion of wedlock and raising a child or three by the time Andrea is interviewing for her first full-time employment?

What is a girl to do?

To buy in to a reality where even the Queen Bee has a master; that even she needs to be adept at defense of her tenure? That, in spite of the ignorant layman who perceives her omnipotency, there is always that clever bookkeeper who chairs the keys to the runway, the gates to the glamorous?

How many girls actually care?

Is leaning in the perfect formula for achieving the world’s best, or simply more selfish striving unto appearing such?

It is an intoxicating spell – to leave love behind to contribute more to humanity. Or to improve one’s sense of worth? Validation is more desirable than Valentino. And that requires an ante.

Grade: B+