There is an incensing shortage of data about the melodic adjustment of the film/book The Devil Wear Prada being produced for Broadway. Not even a bit of a course of events or gossip about who's playing Adrian Grenier and his detached forceful flame broiled cheddar. To facilitate your heart palpitations, I have amassed a short rundown of what we do know to be valid:
Sir Elton John is composing the music.
Veteran dramatist Paul Rudnick is working together.
Broadway heavyweight Kevin McCollum is creating.
The venture has been in progress "for a short time."
In the expressions of Miranda Priestly, "THAT'S ALL."
The absence of detail is especially maddening given how much the world need a state of mind lift, and I can consider nothing more lift ier than a whole tune about the significance of cerulean.
In this way, I have actually willingly volunteered collect an ensuing, marginally lengthier rundown of what we would like to be valid (by "we" I figure I signify "I," yet I feel moderately great representing every one of us on the subject of Prada-wearing fallen angels):
Meryl Streep is repeating her part as Miranda Priestly. Meryl Streep has collected more Oscar assignments than any performing artist ever, yet she has never won a Tony Award. I consider this to be a ready chance to do only that.
Anne Hathaway is repeating her part as Andy Sachs. Listen to ME: We know she can sing. Did you see Les Miserables!? Coming back to this adored part is the ideal route for her to join pre-kickback Anne Hathaway (Andy Sachs) with post-backfire Anne Hathaway (Fantine) and conceivably delete a large portion of the harm. Singing show tunes about mold while wearing a pageboy cap is a phenomenal approach to show how relatable you are.
Emily Blunt and Stanley Tucci are included in any and each way that is available.
The slogan for the melodic is "The Devil Wears Prada? On Broadway? Earth shattering."
A whole demonstration is committed to Andy's makeover.
Anna Wintour has cameo part as the kind and minding mother of Christian Thompson — or my favored name for him — "Small Scarf Man."
The ushers in the theater are required to tell visitors, "Definitely, move at a frosty pace" as they discover their seats.
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