It can be exhausting to watch Boots Riley's output, and "I Love Boosters" left me feeling like I'd run a marathon. It is two hours of big ideas, frantic exposition, eye-popping art design, political activism, over-the-top performances, and the most outrageous fashion choices that you've ever seen. This time the heroes are a trio of shoplifting "boosters," the Velvet Gang. Corvette (Keke Palmer), Sade (Naoimie Ackie), and Mariah (Taylour Paige), snatch clothes from boutiques like Metro Designers, run by the unscrupulous Christie Smith (Demi Moore), and sell them at affordable prices. "I Love Boosters" has a lot on its mind, using the fashion industry as a jumping off point to offer commentary on unsafe working conditions overseas, capitalist abuses of retail workers, the commodification of art, dialectical materialism, and what to do if your latest romantic partner turns out to be a demon who sucks people's souls out of their vaginas. Eiza Gonzalez, LaKeith Stanfield, Will Poulter, and Don Cheadle are also part of the ensemble.
Riley has gone all in on the visual gags and lavish productions design previously seen in "Sorry to Bother You" and "I'm a Virgo." Why not have all the Metro Design stores each feature a specific distinct color, which changes from season to season, forcing everyone who works there to wear all lime green in one scene, and canary yellow the next? Why not have Christie Smith live in a tilted skyscraper where everything has to awkwardly exist in a space with a steep incline? Why not have the girls meet a newcomer named Jianhu (Poppy Liu), who has a stolen machine that not only acts as a teleporter, but can also deconstruct, or accelerate matter on a conceptual level? At one point one of the characters is accidentally deconstructed, which replaces them with their parents having graphic sexual relations in the same spot. There is so much going on that it can be difficult to keep track of it all. The ambition is wonderful to see, and I admire that Boots Riley makes every movie like he's sure nobody will ever let him make another movie again. However, the chaos wore on me the longer the movie went on. Riley's work is well meaning, but not all that deep, and he favors flash and dazzle over coherence. As good as the cast is, they couldn't get me to care about any of these characters. And viva la revolución, but the message is rendered in such cartoonish terms that it feels like activism via coloring book.
"The Devil Wears Prada 2" is also criticizing an industry, but it's journalism rather than fashion. This movie is a whole lot less ambitious than "I Love Boosters," despite all the expensive lifestyle eye candy, and a lot more cynical. Twenty years after the first movie, Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway) is an award-winning reporter who finds herself out of a job after her whole newsroom is fired via text message. Fortunately, a scandal over at Runway magazine means that they need a new features editor. Andy is brought in to help the floundering fashion publication, and butt heads with her old boss Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep) again. Her right hand man Nigel (Stanley Tucci) is still at Runway, but former assistant Emily (Emily Blunt) is now working at Dior, and there are new characters played by Simone Ashley, Helen J. Shen, and B.J. Novak to contend with.
Along with the main cast, the most important returning contributors are director David Frankel and screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna, who give the sequel a real sense of continuity with the original, and even some real stakes. I was pleasantly surprised at how even-handed the film is, taking a realistic view of the fortunes of a once iconic fashion magazine like Runway as it struggles to survive in the 2020s. Andy is once again in the role of overeager newbie, trying to be an optimistic team player while everyone around her is scheming and making backroom deals in order to stay afloat. And once again, she has to buckle down and work smarter to stay ahead of the competition. "Prada 2" has all the celebrity cameos, product placement, and callbacks that most sequels of this kind do, but I appreciate that there's some substance to go with it. Meryl Streep's performance as Miranda Priestley has evolved wonderfully. She can still tear someone to pieces with a few dismissive words, but she also allows herself to be a little softer and more vulnerable as she contemplates the inevitable end of her career.
I think the only major issue I had was that some of the humor is too broad. Justin Theroux plays an eccentric billionaire who is dating Emily, and could be a possible savior of the magazine. His performance is bizarre, and frankly took me out of the movie more than once. Patrick Brammall and Kenneth Branagh are also on hand to play disposable love interests in disposable romantic subplots that didn't work for me at all, but at least they didn't eat up much screen time. I highly doubt anyone was here for the romance anyway.
There's an unfortunate sense that this movie didn't really need to exist, but most of these nostalgic reunion-special type sequels are in the same boat, and "The Devil Wears Prada 2" succeeds better than most at convincing us that it's worth a watch anyway. The pleasures are modest, but substantive enough that you can understand why everyone said yes to coming back.
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