I belatedly watched The Devil Wears Prada 2.
This, in general, is a fairly accurate description of what happens in the international edition: "There is no money, but you do digital, but will the principles of journalism remain, Chanel said it in two". There were some caricatures (Meryl Streep's character flies economy class for the first time and goes down to the corporate cafeteria for the first time in 30 years), but that's not what it's about.
The brilliant conglomerate Condé Nast (the prototype of the brilliant empire from the movie), about ten years ago, pissed off all the advertisers by the ears about how they were digitizing content, moving to video, organizing digitally to save space for brands, and were going to be so relevant that even Anna Wintour would be sent into retirement.
Years passed. CN has gone digital to the point that their total audience now barely matches Kim Kardashian's Instagram, while Wintour has managed to do an amazing somersault and stay alive and on the job.
That is, naturally, the only unique selling proposition of the once influential media holding is the woman who saw Coco Chanel alive.
"Yes, yes, the same one, there's her window, you just can't really see it from the conference room, she's leaning on the windowsill.