Falling prey to marketing

A while ago I read "The Devil Wears Prada" and found it to be a vapid, but nonetheless entertaining little story. I liked the not-Anna-Wintour-yeah-right character; I thought it would be awesome to have that much power and influence to make people go get me coffees and whatnot because, frankly, I didn't feel like it and I could make you do it. I'd actually forgotten all about it (I read it at least 4 years ago, I think) until I started seeing commercials advertising the upcoming movie.

Now, I haven't been to the movies in a millenia - I can't actually remember what the last movie I saw onscreen was (maybe the final Lord of the Rings Movie). But I am actually considering going to see "The Devil Wears Prada." I adore Meryl Streep and think that she could be fab in this role. With DH moving to FL next week, my weekends are going to be pretty empty. So why the heck not!

I am so truly ashamed. But it is getting decent reviews. According to the Tomatometer it's 78% fresh! So I shouldn't feel completely guilty. It's a little like eating at Chipotle - I know that I am sending a market signal that corporate-homogonization is a good thing, but sometimes I can't help succumbing to need for some thoughtless fulfillment. And at least I'm not partaking in pure crap!