Starting a new job can be savage. Based on Lauren Weisberger’s popular roman à clef, David Frankel’s workplace comedy The Devil Wears Prada (B+) follows aspiring journalist Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway) as she embarks on a demanding assistant gig to magazine fashion editor Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep), a character modeled after Vogue‘s Anna Wintour. The movie works as canny cringe as the air quickly seeps out of the plucky protagonist’s naive career expectations. It equally balances starry-eyed wonder as characters from all backgrounds provide a glimpse into the machinations of a fantastical world of jet-setting fashion. For Hathaway’s character, it’s a relatable coming of age story in a high-pressure environment, and the actress nails the role with winning grace. And for Streep, it’s a scenery-skewering chance to flex wicked witch vibes with a simple sizing-up or dressing-down. She says as much in her stunned silence as in her iconic snappy dialogue, and it’s simply a marvelous performance from an actress who has nothing left to prove. Buoyed by supporting turns by Emily Blunt as a bratty cubicle colleague and Stanley Tucci as a terse journeyman, the film discovers great fun as the wide-eyed young woman in the big city drinks from the fire hose of a wily watercooler without losing her integrity.