Somewhere, a cerulean sweater just got its wings.
Anne Hathaway has officially stepped back into the stilettos of Andy Sachs, and yes—The Devil Wears Prada 2 is happening. No longer just the fever dream of nostalgic millennials clinging to the last thread of magazine culture, the sequel is very real, very star-studded, and already giving major face (and timeline disruption).
Anne dropped the first photo of her return as Andy—captioned “Andy Sachs 2025”—looking like she’s been through therapy, three promotions, and a podcast rebrand. And just like that, the internet imploded. Because if there’s one thing we love, it’s a high-fashion redemption arc with Meryl Streep somewhere in the mix, breathing fire in designer gloves.
In case your brain’s still stuck in 2006, a quick recap: Andy was the baby journalist who survived the trenches of Runway magazine (read: she made it through one year under Miranda Priestly without dying or setting the office on fire). She quit in a symbolic Parisian mic drop and allegedly went off to chase “serious” journalism—aka, trade her Chanel boots for a conscience.
But now? She’s back. And according to very cheeky sources (and that very teasing still), things have evolved. Miranda’s still clawing for relevance in a publishing world being swallowed whole by influencers, algorithms, and AI-generated trend reports. Meanwhile, Emily (yes, Emily Blunt’s gloriously withering “I’m just one stomach flu away from my goal weight” Emily) is now running the show at a massive fashion conglomerate that, conveniently, controls Runway’s ad revenue. So… power shift? Frienemies? Office catfights with C-suite gloss? We’re in.
David Frankel returns to direct. Aline Brosh McKenna is writing again. Basically, the OG power team’s reassembled and ready to give us dialogue we’ll quote for another 20 years—because no, we still don’t know what those lumpy blue sweaters are called.
The new cast is also stacked like an It Bag in Q4: Kenneth Branagh (playing Miranda’s husband, which—okay), Lucy Liu, Justin Theroux, Pauline Chalamet, and B.J. Novak join the chaos, while theatre darlings Helen J. Shen and Conrad Ricamora add drama we didn’t know we needed. Caleb Hearon will probably make us cry-laugh. Tracie Thoms and Tibor Feldman are back, because we love some Runway-era loyalty.
The film drops May 1, 2026, which gives you just enough time to panic-buy a vintage Prada coat and pretend you’re not going to sob the minute Miranda says something devastating in a whisper.
So here’s to Andy Sachs—older, wiser, and probably back on oat milk. May her return be everything we hope for and slightly more unhinged than it needs to be.
