It's "The Devil Wears Prada," a "Nanny Diaries" tell-all cousin, and it reminds us, briefly, of a much better movie.
This is the same strategy that worked so well in The Devil Wears Prada, which had the daring to portray Meryl Streep's editrix monster as a figure of artfully malign fascination.
In this seductively idealized vision of New York, the picture somewhat resembles "The Devil Wears Prada" — without Meryl Streep, of course.
At best, it’s a less witty The Devil Wears Prada (2006)—something unwisely stressed by showing a character (Judith Roberts, Dead Silence) reading that very book in the film.
The real tragedy of this film's utter mediocrity is that it masks a marvelous performance from Laura Linney, who fleshes out her one-dimensional character in much the same way that Meryl Streep brought hers to life in last year's "The Devil Wears Prada."
For obvious reasons, The Nanny Diaries bears comparison to The Devil Wears Prada --roman à clef, boss from Hell, Manhattan setting, female protagonist, etc. etc. etc.