All the King's Men and The Devil Wears Prada are such similar films, I can't believe I bothered to watch them both. In each, a young, frustrated journalist [1, 2] accepts a job as an assistant to an eccentric, controversial, dictatorial executive [1, 2] with a contracted catchphrase ["Nail 'em up," "That's all"]. Both assistants ultimately compromise their morals to help their bosses thwart coups [1, 2]. Each executive is played by an Oscar-winner [1, 2]. And each film is based on a novel [1, 2] that is widely considered to be a thinly veiled portrait of an actual public figure [1, 2].
Sigh. There are no new ideas.
[Ed. - Is this post supposed to be serious? Or is it just an exercise in intellectual gymnastics? I'm not sure. It seems that nonstop media has collapsed my sense of irony.]