Just 5 reasons why Nate from The Devil Wears Prada is unequivocally the villain of the film.

Over a decade on from its release, we can safely say 2006 film The Devil Wears Prada is a cinematic diamond that has gifted us with many many things.

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– Meryl Streep’s iconic ‘groundbreaking’ line as she expressed her utter disgust at the suggestion of “florals for spring”.

– A welcomed introduction to Emily Blunt’s glorious resting bitch face.

– The confidence to wear thigh-high boots to work.

– Useful knowledge surrounding the trickle down phenomenon of cerulean blue from haute couture to the racks of Bloomingdale’s.

The list goes on.

One gift we did not receive, however, was a satisfying end to the romantic storyline between Andy (Anne Hathaway) and Nate (Adrien Grenier). And to be honest, we’ve spent exactly 13 long years dwelling on it.

You see, we would have much preferred if Andy threw Nate’s eight-dollars-worth-of-Jarlsberg cheese toastie right in his face long before the credits rolled, but instead, she got back together with the grown man who launched a toddler-tantrum over the fact that his girlfriend couldn’t make it to his birthday party while in the midst of a work emergency.

As in, the guy who straight-up refused to accept his partner’s new-found interest in fashion, stylish haircut and oh, ambition in the early stages of a serious career in journalism she’d only been studying to achieve for several years.

Say it with us: Nate. Is. A Bad. Guy.

The evidence that points to Nate (and NOT Miranda Priestly) being the film’s villain is astounding, and here are the scenes that prove it:

His reaction to Andy scoring a job at Runway.

Nate – Andy’s boyfriend, roommate and lover, is obviously one of the first people she tells when she scores a job at Runway – a noted women’s magazine in New York and position many, many women would kill for, as the opening credits indicate.

Let’s not forget this is her first job out of uni, and while Andy has not expressed an interest in fashion up until she’s made over by Nigel (Stanley Tucci) and dripping in Chanel, it’s a pretty damn big deal for a grad.

But instead of a supportive “well done!” from her broody, budding chef boyfriend, his immediate reaction is to look her up and down, scoff and say:

“Wait, you got a job at a fashion magazine? What was it, a phone interview?”

That is an objectively mean thing to say to anyone, let alone your partner, sir.

YOU ARE NOT A NICE MAN.

When he bag-shamed Andy and her friends.

There is nothing wrong with liking fashion. It does not render you of a lesser intellect. It does not make you shallow. It does not mean you are a sheep who mindlessly follows trends devoid of original thought.

Oh but according to Nate, a consumer who does, in fact, wear clothes he has presumably bought from a fashion outlet, it does.

Throughout the film, he makes several comments with not a hint of attempting to conceal an eye roll about Andy’s attire post makeover-montage, as though having an interest in designer clothing is something to be ashamed of.

But then he brings the shame to a public place, and sprinkles it all over one of Andy’s girlfriends, too.

NOPE.

“Why do women need so many bags?,” Nate had the gall to utter as Andy’s friend squeals with delight upon being presented with a Marc Jacobs bag.

GET IN THE BIN, NATE.

When he stomped off to bed on his birthday.

This is arguably Nate’s most villainous act.

Sending his girlfriend on a guilt trip for her work ethic, and expecting some sort of royal procession for his birthday? Nah. Get in the bin (again).

It all takes place after Andy’s boss Miranda forces her to attend a very important gala at the last minute on the same night as Nate’s birthday party. She does, obviously, because anyone trying to prove themselves and kick-start a career they’re passionate about would. Understandable, right?

Not if you’re giant man baby Nate.

After Andy ran around New York to find him a cupcake at what we assume was an ungodly post-event hour, she comes home to find Nate sulking on the couch watching TV.

She apologises for missing the celebration. He says nothing, then switches off the TV with quite frankly the most passive aggressive remote control click in the history of TV-watching, and says with a solemn expression: “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to bed.”

Don’t worry about it.

Don’t worry about it?!?!

Everyone knows “don’t worry about it” is akin to “I’m fine” in a couple argument and means there is definitely a lot to worry about and that the other person is certainly not fine.

Not to mention birthdays between 21 and 30 are a big nothing anyway.

Nate. Mate. Grow up.

When he makes a toastie with $8 worth of Jarlsberg and is p*ssed off when Andy’s not hungry.

Nothing gets us going like a couple argument involving food.

When Andy comes home from her first day at Runway, riled up and visibly stressed about her day, Nate presents her with a cheese toastie that to his credit looks pretty damn good.

But when she says she’s not hungry, instead of consoling her, he exclaims indignantly, “There’s like $8 of Jarlsburg in there!”

Firstly, while yes, it looked delicious, who ON EARTH puts $8 worth of Jarlsberg in a toastie?

That’s just downright excessive for a supposed budget-conscious New Yorker who takes every opportunity to comment on the exorbitant cost of high fashion.

It’s pretty hard to take your objections to consumerism seriously when you’re out buying ridiculous amounts of cheese, Nate.

When he expects career support from Andy – who he has been nothing but awful to for months.

In the final scene, where Andy and Nate reunite (to our disappointment), Nate tells her he’s scored a job as a sous chef at the Oak Room in Boston.

Andy, being a normal supportive person when it comes to career milestones, says congratulations. Then: “I don’t know what I’m going to do without those late-night grilled cheeses.”

“I’m pretty sure they have bread in Boston,” Nate responds. “They may even have Jarlsberg. We might be able to figure something out.”

The verdict is in: Nate is a man who cares more about Jarlsberg than supporting his long-term partner, and thus is, unequivocally, the villain in The Devil Wears Prada.