Highly recommended to everyone, but especially to women of all ages. Wow, saw this documentary tonight in New York. Glad I did, because it woke me up to the travesty of relying on anyone's opinion about what to wear or buy but my own. First I am cancelling my subscription to Vogue. What a sham. The documentary is well shot and edited, congrats to the filmmakers, but what it captures is that this magazine is all about selling things - not beautiful things, but things that advertisers and store owners want us to buy. That's the message, and its a really ugly one. There is too much here of shallow, sad, insecure people waiting to see who has the nerve to stand up to Anna Wintour, who has no place dictating to anyone how to dress or live. Anna, you should be ashamed of putting down clothes bought at KMart, so many people can't afford even ********** really clear that what you care about is not true style whatever the source but selling stuff for your advertisers, and 99% of it is plain awful. What I learned is NOT to care what you and your editors think, as you pound their opinions into the ground and make truly creative people question themselves so you can do more product placement. And shame on you for telling other people to lose weight - including the film's cameraman! Thank God I was raised well, and I know not to criticise other's appearances unasked, how about buying yourself some manners! The only hero here is the wonderful Grace Coddington, who has the guts and the style to stand up for real people with normal bodies AND to find stuff that we actually want to wear AND to shoot it in a pleasing way. The fight she has to show anything lovely in this travesty of a "fashion" magazine is amazing. Thank you Grace for your true style sense, and whatever magazine or website you go to next (cause clearly you deserve more control and power, you go, girl) I will subscribe to it that very second. I believe in you. But US Vogue - the distant, ugly place that thinks women should look like flat chested, hipless, cold, starving children and calls it "fashion," is a cheap joke. Anna, you say that a dress makes a model "look like she's pregnant" - guess what - if the clothes you push were even a tiny bit sexy instead of boyish, she could be! Glad I saw this film to finally learn the truth, my eyes have been permanently opened. Thank you filmmakers for ending my even slightest wish to care what appears or is advertised in this perverse magazine, or others like it. This film should be required viewing in all US schools for girls so they learn early to develop their own opinions about clothes, comfort and style. As for me, I'll spend the 20 minutes a month that it used to take me to flip through Vogue on more worthwhile material - that is, anything else.