Cue the sweaters and pumpkin spiced lattes: This week marked the official beginning of fall, and cozy season always involves cuddling up to your favorite autumnal rom-coms (or, in preparation for Halloween, your favorite spooky films). There’s something about this time of year, though, that always makes me re-watch some of my favorite fashion movies as well: I’m talking 13 Going on 30, The Devil Wears Prada, or maybe even Confessions of a Shopaholic.
The minute I feel even the slightest cool-crisp in the air, I pop on a good fashion movie: It’s the perfect thing to watch for the fall dressing inspiration alone. I mean, Miranda Priestly’s coats in The Devil Wears Prada? Sickening. In the journey of re-watching some of these beloved flicks, however, I’ve noticed a disturbing through-line: Why do I always seem to side with the villains?
I’d also argue that Lucy has way better personal style than Jenna (that pinstripe suit and lingerie top? I still think about it.) And can we talk about the actual concepts they come up with? Lucy comes up with an edgy, avant-garde “fashion suicide” concept—okay, the name is bad—but it at least had a strong point of view. We love a hot take! Jenna’s high school yearbook concept was tired and boring—more catalogue than high-fashion. Just because Lucy didn’t come up with a rainbows-and-sunshine concept doesn’t make her a bad person.
When it comes to fashion movies, we always seem to instantly vilify any character who is chic, driven, and not the poster child for world peace. No one is perfect. And sorry, but there would simply be no movies without these morally questionable queens: They bring the spice. Take Alicia from Confessions of a Shopaholic: The Alette editor is dubbed as “Alicia bitch long legs,” only because she is fierce, wears sky-high Louboutins, and doesn’t want to mentor Rebecca Bloomwood, who is quite literally gunning for her job. Why would she be nice to someone who is trying to replace her? Girl, bye!
Same for Baroness in Cruella: She is seen as this cruel designer diva—impossible to work for—which may be true, but she is also one of the top designers in the world. . . She’s allowed to be difficult. And why wouldn’t she go toe-to-toe with Cruella, this wannabe mysterious designer newbie who is trying to steal the spotlight? Baroness has a business and name to protect! What is she supposed to do: Invite Cruella over for some tea and watch Love Island together? Get a grip.
All of this to say: These fall fashion movie re-watches have me seriously questioning everything about my own morals. Because I almost always side with the bad guys. (Except Nate—not you, Nate.) Are these stylish characters really that cunning, or are they just confident and self-assured in their own power? Not to metion the fact that, as they all happen to be women, this reputation also reeks of misogyny. Plus, we’re not sure when being an anti-people pleaser received such a stigma. But maybe I, too, am an evil bitch. And if I am: Sue me! Or hire me: I am available to be cast as a snobby clacker in The Devil Wears Prada 3.

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