The Frame

Perfect guilty pleasure movie. I mean, come on. New York City, high fashion publishing, super-competitive assistants, supremely demanding editor-in-chief, way-too-pretty-to-be-considered-ugly Anne Hathaway, wonderfully snippy Emily Blunt, and sublime-as-always Meryl Streep. Of course, it’s totally style over substance, but hey. World of fashion, remember? The whole point is style over substance. This film knows exactly what it is, exactly what it’s doing, and it does it well. There’s not much you can really say against a film like that except on purely ideological grounds. It’s great fun, and sometimes that’s all a film needs to be.
Well Above Average