Look, this is a good movie. Meryl Streep is phenomenal, the dialogue crackles, and it's genuinely entertaining nearly two decades later. The problem is that it spends 90% of its runtime making toxic workplace abuse look glamorous and witty before Andy finally grows a spine in the last 15 minutes.

For mature teens who can recognize that Miranda Priestly is the villain (even when she's being iconic), this sparks fantastic conversations about boundaries, ambition, and what success actually costs. The ultimate message—that no job is worth losing yourself—is solid.

But younger viewers might just see the makeover, the designer clothes, and the 'girl boss' energy without grasping how deeply messed up the power dynamics are. It's also worth noting the film somewhat glamorizes an industry built on exclusivity, impossible beauty standards, and treating assistants like disposable servants.

Still watchable and relevant for the right age. Just make sure your teen knows that throwing your phone at an assistant is not, in fact, aspirational behavior.