Prada Wars: Streep and Blunt's Fashion Face-Off Ignites Hollywood

Olivia Bennett, 7/29/2025 Darlings, Hollywood's serving a double dose of delicious revivals! Miranda Priestly's icy empire expands in "The Devil Wears Prada 2," while del Toro's "Frankenstein" promises gorgeous gothic grandeur. With Streep's return and Elordi's transformation, we're witnessing resurrection done right – and it's absolutely fabulous!

The fashion world collectively gasped at the confirmation: "The Devil Wears Prada 2" is actually happening. Twenty years after Miranda Priestly's iconic cerulean monologue, Meryl Streep — still impossibly elegant at 76 — is slipping back into those Prada heels. The streets of Manhattan have already started buzzing with whispers of designer drama and couture chaos.

But here's where things get juicy.

Emily Blunt's return isn't just a nostalgic nod — she's stepping into the ring as a full-fledged adversary, heading up a luxury advertising empire that's set to clash spectacularly with Runway's old guard. "Why are Meryl and I so mean to each other in every movie we do?" Blunt recently mused to Entertainment Tonight. The answer's simple: because nobody does delicious tension quite like these two.

Meanwhile, in the gorgeously macabre corner of Netflix's domain, Guillermo del Toro is stitching together something entirely different. His take on "Frankenstein" promises to be anything but another tired rehash of Mary Shelley's classic. Jacob Elordi — fresh from making waves in "Saltburn" — stepped in after Andrew Garfield's schedule went sideways, proving sometimes the best casting choices come from chaos.

The first glimpses of del Toro's creation are enough to make even hardened horror fans weak at the knees. Oscar Isaac, embracing his inner mad scientist with characteristic intensity, appears alongside a transformed Elordi in what's already being dubbed "grotesquely spectacular." One particularly enthusiastic fan declared they could "smell the Oscars from Brazil" — though perhaps that's not the most appealing metaphor for an awards campaign.

Kenneth Branagh joining "Prada" as Miranda's new husband feels like a stroke of genius — even if some fans are still sulking about Adrian Grenier's Nate not returning to critique Andy's life choices. (Let's be honest — nobody's really missing those judgment-laden grilled cheese sandwiches.)

Del Toro's "Frankenstein," slated for late 2025, has assembled a cast that reads like a fantasy dinner party guest list: Mia Goth, Christoph Waltz, Charles Dance. Sure, some purists are already grumbling about the Netflix release strategy — "it deserves a proper theatrical release," they cry into their letterboxd reviews — but perhaps streaming is exactly where this beautiful monster belongs.

What's fascinating about both these revivals is how they're managing to feel fresh while playing with beloved properties. This isn't just Hollywood being lazy; it's Hollywood being smart enough to know when to preserve the essence of something special while allowing it to evolve.

The timing couldn't be more perfect. As traditional media struggles to find its footing in an increasingly digital landscape, watching Miranda Priestly navigate the world of viral TikTok trends and influencer culture might just be the commentary we need. And in an era where humanity's relationship with creation and technology grows more complex by the day, del Toro's meditation on what makes a monster feels startlingly relevant.

These aren't just remakes or sequels — they're reinventions. And darling, that's exactly what Hollywood does best when it actually tries.

That's all.

Hollywood's resurrection machine is working overtime these days, and the latest announcements have sent shockwaves through the entertainment sphere. Two wildly different projects are commanding attention, proving that everything old can indeed become spectacularly new again.The fashion world collectively gasped at the confirmation: "The Devil Wears Prada 2" is actually happening. Twenty years after Miranda Priestly's iconic cerulean monologue, Meryl Streep — still impossibly elegant at 76 — is slipping back into those Prada heels. The streets of Manhattan have already started buzzing with whispers of designer drama and couture chaos.But here's where things get juicy.Emily Blunt's return isn't just a nostalgic nod — she's stepping into the ring as a full-fledged adversary, heading up a luxury advertising empire that's set to clash spectacularly with Runway's old guard. "Why are Meryl and I so mean to each other in every movie we do?" Blunt recently mused to Entertainment Tonight. The answer's simple: because nobody does delicious tension quite like these two.Meanwhile, in the gorgeously macabre corner of Netflix's domain, Guillermo del Toro is stitching together something entirely different. His take on "Frankenstein" promises to be anything but another tired rehash of Mary Shelley's classic. Jacob Elordi — fresh from making waves in "Saltburn" — stepped in after Andrew Garfield's schedule went sideways, proving sometimes the best casting choices come from chaos.The first glimpses of del Toro's creation are enough to make even hardened horror fans weak at the knees. Oscar Isaac, embracing his inner mad scientist with characteristic intensity, appears alongside a transformed Elordi in what's already being dubbed "grotesquely spectacular." One particularly enthusiastic fan declared they could "smell the Oscars from Brazil" — though perhaps that's not the most appealing metaphor for an awards campaign.Kenneth Branagh joining "Prada" as Miranda's new husband feels like a stroke of genius — even if some fans are still sulking about Adrian Grenier's Nate not returning to critique Andy's life choices. (Let's be honest — nobody's really missing those judgment-laden grilled cheese sandwiches.)Del Toro's "Frankenstein," slated for late 2025, has assembled a cast that reads like a fantasy dinner party guest list: Mia Goth, Christoph Waltz, Charles Dance. Sure, some purists are already grumbling about the Netflix release strategy — "it deserves a proper theatrical release," they cry into their letterboxd reviews — but perhaps streaming is exactly where this beautiful monster belongs.What's fascinating about both these revivals is how they're managing to feel fresh while playing with beloved properties. This isn't just Hollywood being lazy; it's Hollywood being smart enough to know when to preserve the essence of something special while allowing it to evolve.The timing couldn't be more perfect. As traditional media struggles to find its footing in an increasingly digital landscape, watching Miranda Priestly navigate the world of viral TikTok trends and influencer culture might just be the commentary we need. And in an era where humanity's relationship with creation and technology grows more complex by the day, del Toro's meditation on what makes a monster feels startlingly relevant.These aren't just remakes or sequels — they're reinventions. And darling, that's exactly what Hollywood does best when it actually tries.That's all.