Category: Culture

Everything We Know About The Devil Wears Prada 2

Alright girlies, gather round—this is not a drill. The Devil Wears Prada is officially getting a sequel, and we’re already clutching our lattes and emotionally preparing for the return of Miranda Priestly’s deadly glare. Nearly 20 years since we were first traumatised (and deeply inspired) by the cerulean monologue heard around the world, the Runway girls are back. Yes, Miranda, Andy, Emily, and Nigel are returning—alongside a few new scene-stealers that Gen Z will absolutely claim as their own. So, what’s the tea? As of July 2024, the fashion film to end all fashion films is confirmed for a sequel. Disney and 20th Century Studios are producing it. Cameras started rolling on 30 June 2025 in New York, and thanks to TikTok detectives and nosy fans with long lenses, we’ve already seen snippets of Anne Hathaway (Andy), Stanley Tucci (Nigel), and new cast members Simone Ashley and Pauline Chalamet on set. Emily Blunt hasn’t been spotted yet (cue suspenseful music), but she’s reportedly in—and honestly, what is a Prada film without the original “I’m just one stomach flu away from my goal weight” queen? Now let’s talk plot—what we think we know, anyway. Miranda’s empire (ahem, Runway Magazine) is apparently struggling in the new digital age, while Emily now works at a swanky luxury advertising agency. Power shift? Check. Prada heels on shaky ground? Also check. Andy’s role is still a bit mysterious, but if she’s still writing listicles for online media, we riot. And no, Nate isn’t returning—so your emotional support rage can rest. We won’t be forced to watch that man question Andy’s ambition again in 2026. Let’s talk new faces: alongside Ashley and Chalamet, Lucy Liu, B.J. Novak, Justin Theroux, and Tracie Thoms are set to join the cast. Social media’s already gone feral, turning every celebrity into a rumoured cast member (we’re still holding out for Anna Wintour to make a Prada-clad cameo again, tbh). As for fashion? No official confirmation yet on whether Patricia Field is returning to costume-design our dreams, but she’s currently booked and busy with And Just Like That…. Devastating, we know. But fingers crossed she swings by with a rail of loaned couture. After all, she’s the reason the original film cost about $1 million in wardrobe alone. The sequel is rumoured to be loosely inspired by the book Revenge Wears Prada, which sees Andy and Emily team up to launch a luxury bridal magazine—very 2013 Pinterest-core, but we’re into it. Disney hasn’t confirmed if that’s the exact plot, though, so take it with a designer grain of salt. Release date: 1 May 2026.Expectation level: Irrationally high.

Sydney Sweeney Got Jacked, Bruised, and Bloody for Her New Role

Sydney Sweeney has traded lip gloss and lace for blood, bruises, and boxing gloves—and no, this is not an Euphoria plot twist. The actress is starring in Christy, a biopic about the legendary boxer Christy Martin, and it’s easily her most intense, most physically unrecognisable role yet. The “coquette-core” era? Consider it retired. The first images just dropped, and let’s be clear—this isn’t your average “serious role” glow-down. Sydney transformed. Like, “are we sure that’s the same person who seduced Glen Powell while sipping tequila on a boat?” levels of transformed. One fan even said it was giving Charlize Theron in Monster—and honestly, not wrong. In Christy, she plays the trailblazing female boxer who broke into a violently male-dominated sport, got famous fighting on a Tyson undercard (iconic), and survived actual attempted murder by her husband-slash-trainer. It’s not a biopic. It’s a full-body exorcism of Sydney’s rom-com comfort zone. And it already smells like awards bait. Directed by David Michôd, co-written with Mirrah Foulkes, and with Christy Martin herself involved (because authenticity matters when you’ve literally survived everything), the film doesn’t shy away from the mess—addiction, trauma, identity crisis, and violence both in and out of the ring. And Sydney? She’s not playing around. She trained for months. Built muscle. Lost her size 23 waist. Gained thighs that probably fear no man. In her own words to W Magazine: “I didn’t fit in any of my clothes… My boobs got bigger. And my butt got huge. I was like, Oh my god. But it was amazing: I was so strong, like crazy strong.” Forget the glam squads and custom corsets. This time, Sydney’s power is protein shakes and pain. The film premieres at TIFF in September 2025 (yes, start prepping your Oscars predictions), and while the global release date is still TBD, the hype has already laced its gloves and stepped into the ring. If Christy lands the way it’s shaping up to, this could be the role that officially takes Sydney from hot-girl-next-door to “she’s got range” territory. Because behind all the sweat and broken ribs? A story about survival, legacy, and reclaiming power—mess and all.

Andy Sachs Is Back—And ‘The Devil Wears Prada 2’ Might Just Save Fashion (and Your Inner 2000s Girl)

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.

The Summer I Turned Pretty Season 3 Promises Heartbreak, Drama, and a Final Decision

If you thought TV’s obsession with love triangles had peaked—think again. Between Love Island’s never-ending recoupling drama and the seductive chaos of The Couple Next Door, the screen is saturated with romantic entanglements that walk the line between sweet and scandalous. But none hit quite like The Summer I Turned Pretty, which just returned for its third—and final—season. And yes, it’s giving all the feels. Based on Jenny Han’s bestselling trilogy, this season jumps nearly four years ahead, and Belly (played by Lola Tung) is no longer the unsure teen caught between two brothers. Or… is she? She’s in a long-term relationship with Jeremiah (Gavin Casalegno), and on paper, things look solid—even marriage-level serious. But the reappearance of Conrad (Christopher Briney), her ex and unresolved first love, cracks everything wide open. If Jeremiah is comfort and sunshine, Conrad is the storm she still hasn’t outrun. Cue the flashbacks, the tension, the emotional whiplash—and one now-iconic trailer line from Belly that’s already trending:“First loves are important, but they’re not as important as lasts.” The stakes? Higher. The emotions? Messier. The nostalgia? Weaponised.And, spoiler alert: author Jenny Han already warned fans to expect some twists. “There are a couple of moments that people really love from the books that… might not always happen in the way that you’re expecting,” she teased. Translation: Don’t get too comfy. This season leans harder into adult themes, with Belly and the boys navigating post-college life, complex grief, and big questions about who they really are—and who they want to be. The plot isn’t just about which brother she chooses, but what kind of woman she’s becoming. And in classic TSITP style, there’s a cottage-core-meets-Tumblr-aesthetic backdrop of Cousins Beach, gut-punching soft pop songs, and sun-drenched montages that will have you texting your ex by episode three. (Don’t.) Launch Dates Season 3 of The Summer I Turned Pretty premieres Wednesday, July 16, 2025, on Prime Video with two episodes. New episodes drop weekly, leading up to the series finale on September 17, 2025.

Wednesday Season 2 Promises Blood, Bans Romance, and Might Just Break the Internet

Wednesday Addams is back, and apparently, so is our seasonal depression — and we’ve never been happier. Netflix just dropped the official trailer for Season 2 of Wednesday, and it’s safe to say: things are about to get a whole lot darker, weirder, and way less kissy. Premiering August 6, 2025, the first half of the new season plunges our favourite goth girl deeper into the chaos of Nevermore Academy… and yes, Enid might be in actual danger. Season 2’s vibe? Less love triangle, more actual trauma. Jenna Ortega confirmed what many fans whispered last season between unblinking stares — Wednesday’s little detour into romance just wasn’t vibing. “We’re ditching the love interest, which is really great,” Ortega said, proving she understood the assignment and the fanbase. No more awkward flirting. No more soft lighting. Just pure murder-y mystique. And let’s not forget: the stakes are high. There’s a mysterious threat looming over Enid (Emma Myers), and Wednesday is apparently the only one who can save her. We’re talking werewolves in peril, old enemies resurfacing, and probably at least one cryptic poem scribbled in blood. The horror-to-humour ratio? Leaning heavily into the horror, just as Ortega hoped. And honestly? We’re here for it. Tim Burton is still at the helm, co-creators Alfred Gough and Miles Millar are still meddling in all things monstrous, and the show’s signature macabre wit remains firmly intact. Think black comedy with sharp teeth — and maybe actual teeth, depending on how unhinged the new villains get. Also worth noting: Netflix is pulling a little streaming trickery this year. Season 2 will arrive in two parts — Part 1 drops August 6, Part 2 follows on September 3. Translation: more time to obsess, theorize, and argue about who Wednesday should (not) date. Two original cast members are out (RIP to their contracts), but new characters are incoming — and we’re manifesting at least one scene-stealing goth with better eyeliner than you. The trailer? Loaded with quick cuts, haunted halls, sharp looks, and one-liners that deserve to be printed on black T-shirts immediately. And while Wednesday is still rocking her deadpan delivery and those brutal takedowns, she’s also being forced to deal with something even more terrifying than monsters: human emotions. So yeah — the Addams heir is still allergic to group hugs, still dressed like a Victorian curse, and still way cooler than anyone you’ve ever met. And now, she’s got bigger problems than a prom night bloodbath.