As a film, The Devil Wears Prada<\/em> made the characters of Miranda, Andy, Emily, and Nigel iconic\u2014like designer-clad Avengers, each with a signature look and signature lines (\u201cThat\u2019s all,\u201d \u201cCan you please spell Gabbana,\u201d \u201cWhen I feel like I\u2019m about to faint I eat a cube of cheese,\u201d \u201cGird your loins,\u201d etc.). But how much of that, exactly, is owed to Lauren Weisberger\u2019s 2003 novel, and what was simply the invention of screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna<\/a> and director David Frankel? We are so glad you asked.<\/p>\n Here, a breakdown of how Miranda, Andy, Emily, Nigel, and co. in The Devil Wears Prada<\/em> the novel compare to their counterparts in The Devil Wears Prada<\/em> the film\u2014and which one we think wins out.<\/p>\n THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA, Anne Hathaway (wearing a Chanel necklace), 2006, TM & Copyright (c) 20th Century Fox Film Corp. All rights reserved.<\/span>Photo: Courtesy Everett Collection<\/span><\/p>\n<\/figure>\n How she\u2019s introduced:<\/strong><\/p>\n While, in the film\u2019s iconic opening montage, we first meet Andy jovially putting on her less-than-great interview outfit<\/a>, unglamorously brushing her teeth, and (gasp!) eating an onion bagel, in Weisberger\u2019s original text we meet her in medias res<\/em> as Miranda\u2019s assistant, inexpertly driving her boss\u2019s luxury convertible across town while clad in suede Gucci pants and Manolos. Both are recent college graduates\u2014Book Andy from Brown, Movie Andy from Northwestern\u2014with dreams of being a \u201creal\u201d journalist and working somewhere like The New Yorker<\/em>. Book Andy is from Avon, Connecticut, and smokes incessantly; Movie Andy is given neither a specific hometown nor any particular vices.<\/p>\n Key differences:<\/strong><\/p>\n Obviously, film being a visual medium, Andy\u2019s glow-up feels a lot more dramatic in the movie version of The Devil Wears Prada<\/em> than in the book, where her first Runway-appropriate outfit is described as a \u201ctweedy Prada skirt, black Prada turtleneck, and midcalf-length Prada boots,\u201d handed to her one night by a friendly fashion assistant named Jeffy. In the film, the look is a double-breasted black blazer with over-the-knee leather boots, both from Chanel<\/a>.<\/p>\n In terms of attitude, Andy\u2019s simmering rage at Miranda is much more present\u2014and more fixed\u2014on the page than on the screen. Indeed, by humanizing Miranda (more on that later), the film ends up creating a different Andy, too.<\/p>\n Who\u2019s the better Andy?<\/strong><\/p>\n This is a tough one, but I\u2019m going to have to give the competitive advantage to Anne Hathaway\u2019s filmic interpretation. Sure, she could have stood to learn a few things about fashion herself instead of making her ineptitude everyone else\u2019s problem, but she\u2019s much less of a brat about her job, has far less complicated relationships with her friends and boyfriend (more on them later), and parts ways with Miranda far more peaceably. (While Movie Andy simply doesn\u2019t follow Miranda into a show, dropping her cellphone into a Parisian fountain when her boss calls, Book Andy leaves her post with a \u201cFuck you, Miranda. Fuck<\/em> you.\u201d)<\/p>\n<\/div>\nAndrea (\u201dAndy\u201d) Sachs, second assistant to the editor-in-chief of Runway<\/em><\/h2>\n
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