It's official ... Miranda Priestly is back! And no, it isn't a Chanel No. 5-soaked dream. Nearly twenty years after she ruled over the mismatched assistants, the Devil returns in style... to the big screen. Since June 30, 2025, cameras have been rolling in New York, driving fans wild. Five-star cast, plot details, release date ... here's everything we know about this long-awaited sequel.
Mark it in your calendar with a dash of kohl — The Devil Wears Prada 2 hits theaters in France on April 29, 2026. A highly anticipated return, steered by Disney’s 20th Century Studios, with the same team at the helm: David Frankel directing, Aline Brosh McKenna penning the screenplay — already the author of the first film — and Wendy Finerman producing. And contrary to what some fans might have thought, this sequel won’t adapt the 2015 novel Prada Vengeance, but rests on a 100% original script written specifically for this stilettos-clad comeback. Here’s hoping for a sequel that lives up to the original.
No sequel without the dream team! Meryl Streep slips back into her icy leather gloves to once again portray Miranda Priestly, while Anne Hathaway and Emily Blunt resume their iconic roles as Andrea Sachs and Emily Charlton. And not to forget the irreplaceable Stanley Tucci, alias Nigel, the stylist with legendary flair.
But wait, the front row is getting bigger! Kenneth Branagh returns as Miranda Priestly’s husband, while Tracie Thoms (Andy Sachs’s BFF Lily) makes a comeback. And because a show without guests just doesn’t have the same vibe, Simone Ashley (Bridgerton), Lucy Liu (Kill Bill), Pauline Chalamet (The Sex Lives of College Girls), B.J. Novak (Vengeance), Justin Theroux (Mulholland Drive), Conrad Ricamora, Helen J. Shen, Caleb Hearon (Sam Makes Them Laugh More) and Rachel Bloom (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend) join the cast. Special shout-out to Lady Gaga who plays either her own role or a mysterious supporting character…
On the love front, Nate (Adrian Grenier) and Christian (Simon Baker) are out. The new suitor for Andy in 2026 is Patrick Brammall (Glitch and Super Nannies on Netflix).
The pitch? Runway teeters, sales crash, the print press is sweating under its shoulder pads. Miranda, still at the helm of the magazine, sees her reign threatened. Across from her, Emily Charlton—the former overwhelmed assistant—has climbed the ladder and now runs a powerful luxury group, whose advertising budget is pivotal to Runway’s survival.
Miranda vs Emily, round two. A battle of queens, in 15-centimeter heels, at the heart of a world where fashion goes digital and power keeps shifting. And Andrea Sachs in the mix? Her role remains under wraps, but it’s already clear she’s not around to fetch coffee anymore. The question is which side of the ring she’ll stand on, and what she has become in this ever-changing fashion jungle.
While the first film crystallized the early-2000s ambition with kinetic montages, BlackBerry cameos, and fashionable Fendi bags, this sequel promises to be more rooted in today’s issues. The traditional press fights against the algorithm, social media redraw the power map, and fashion itself is barely surviving in a world of endless scrolling and likes—and the devil must adapt to stay in Prada.
A strikingly current echo, even more unsettling as it coincides with the departure of Anna Wintour, after 37 years at the helm of Vogue. The fashion icon who inspired Miranda Priestly exits just as her fictional alter ego makes a resurgence.
Our take:
Thrilled, yet a touch skeptical about seeing Miranda Priestly again two decades later, we nonetheless enjoyed the ride. The Devil Wears Prada 2 doesn’t carry the same first-film sense of discovery, of course, but it recaptures its DNA: fashion, icy barbs, urgent situations, power plays and editorial skirmishes delivered on stilts.
There are moments when it feels like we’re revisiting the original, but in a 2026 remix. Andrea, more grown-up and self-assured, returns to Miranda’s orbit after choosing the path of “real journalism.” Her stint at Vanguard, the firing she can’t escape, and her comeback at Runway largely tell the story of a fragile press buffeted by the digital, trying to save itself without upsetting its cover. Social media is present, yet it never hijacks the narrative: the heart of the film remains creation, journalism, and the survival of a magazine in a world that scrolls faster than it reads.
Miranda, still regal—lips pursed, eyes to the heavens, legendary snobbery—appears, however, more vulnerable, nearly overwhelmed by the new rules of her era. Her race toward a global content-director post clearly echoes Anna Wintour’s real-life role. Stuart, her husband, who wasn’t seen in the first film, also finds an unexpected place, almost becoming a central character, as if to give the story a more intimate dimension and to remind us that even the Runway doyenne isn’t infallible and needs, more than ever, support.
What really holds it together is the joy of reuniting the quartet Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway, Emily Blunt, and Stanley Tucci, still irresistible. It’s a polished sequel, yes, but it seems to lean more on its legend than reinventing it. You can’t help noticing the numerous callbacks to the first film: the teeth-brushing in the opening seconds, the dressing-room/makeover scene, the familiar mechanics, and Theodore Shapiro’s score, with its peppy, comforting tunes that are sure to bring a smile. The looks do the job. Andrea’s, more classic-chic than iconically transformative, fit her arc: she no longer needs to prove she belongs in this world. The only lingering regret is Nigel’s moment in the sun, long awaited, that passes too quickly.
On the cast, a cameo by Lady Gaga held some curiosity. Yet it doesn’t amount to a standout moment in the film; the sequence feels almost incidental.
And then, that cerulean blue sweater idea… simple yet clever, like a final wink to say the circle is complete.
See you on April 29, 2026, for the most chic, acidic and stylish comeback of the year.
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