It was meant to be only a dinner, but a hedonistic rush sent us reeling.
We three (Russ, Yong and I) ran for the box-office. By a sheer twist of good fate, we got our tickets ahead of the queue, and we were in: Devil Wears Prada.
There were memorable one-liners, caricatured characters and tear-jerking moments. I must say acting was pretty decent, though I am but a poor judge.
However, certain potentially-poignant scenes could have been further exploited by investing more time and emotion, but the plot just chugged on, focusing more on the Gucci handbags and Chanel boots. Certain character foils (Nigel) could have been better dealt with to provide a little more balance amongst the characters.
Nevertheless, last evening was a memory-worthy one, not forgetting the mad frenzy to catch the last bus home. Not to mention the company.
Uncle T
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