The Devil Wears Prada (2006)
There was a point in my life when i learned to be more tolerant of films with high predictability, admitting that something predictable doesn't necessarily decrease its value. How a story is told can make a predictable story amazing and an unpredictable story an utter piece of crap.
Even so, it was pretty annoying when ten minutes or so into The Devil Wears Prada i knew exactly what was going to happen with everything in the film. Plot, characters, everything. When they introduced Simon Baker's character, they might have well tattooed "love interest for later" on his forehead.
Oddly, the film had a sort of Clockwork Orange quality to it for me, as in i spent most of it feeling pretty sickened by actions actually occurring and i was waiting for the end to redeem itself. It kind of succeeded, but not enough for me to get to the end of the film and say that i actually liked it.
that said, Meryl Streep was probably one of my more favorite antagonists ever portrayed in any film whatsoever. Very nuanced, very complex, very successful. Stanley Tucci was pretty great too, but i could be biased because i associate him with Lucky Number Slevin, one of my favorite films of all time.