Steven Spielberg delivers the alien movie he has spent five decades building toward, thrilling and tender for most of its running time, until the final stretch turns his lifelong wonder into a lecture.

Twenty years after The Devil Wears Prada defined a generation of workplace ambition and fashion-forward storytelling, the long-awaited sequel arrives with the weight of nostalgia already built into its DNA. It’s entertaining, charming, and often genuinely funny, but the more time you spend thinking about it, the more you realize just how much it depends on your relationship with the original.