Similarly, Katherine could be a caricature of a woman, a monster akin to Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada, but Kaling’s script and Thompson’s performance give this fictional TV personality real humanity, alternately buoying her with the swagger she’s earned with over 25 years in the business and burdening her with the weight of her mistakes.
While the presence of Emma Thompson raised my interest, I didn’t hope for much more than a cheap The Devil Wears Prada knockoff.
(The number of reviews of Late Night that do not mention The Devil Wears Prada is vanishingly small .)
Kaling has written a movie in the style of old fizz-and-gloss comedies whose passing we now lament, though its most obvious inspiration, The Devil Wears Prada, is barely a decade old.
Late Night owes a significant debt to The Devil Wears Prada (2006), which centers on the relationship between a demanding fashion-magazine editor—Meryl Streep’s indelible Miranda Priestly—and her new, fish-out-of-water personal assistant; it also shares some DNA with the more recent (and much less funny) Trainwreck (2015), starring Amy Schumer as a young journalist dealing with a mean boss and commitment issues.
My affection is also bolstered by the fact that the film gave me low-key The Devil Wears Prada vibes and that I would probably take a bullet for Emma Thompson.