Oh, is the movie The Devil Wears Prada no good?

Reading The Devil Wears Prada was worse than reading The da Vinci Code. Why I did either of these things, I do not know. I guess I was in a really weird place back then. When I think of the book The Devil Wears Prada my face unconsciously contorts into something I assume is very unattractive. What I am trying to say is I hate that fucking book so much I would only watch that film if I was in some sort of clockwork orange nightmare strapped to a chair with my eyes held open by clamps. And I'm not even going to tell you what I think about Hathaway!