the late review – Confessions of a Shopaholic

Confessions of a Shopaholic

Ignore the fact that this time, the late review is only one day late.  It was part of the deal – my first ever pre-screening!  So today, I get to play movie reviewer for Confessions of a Shopaholic.

“The clothes are ugly,” one contrary fashion writer said after the movie, and I had to wonder if Rebecca’s affliction would have been funnier if she wore sublime Yves St. Laurent and darkest Rick Owens instead of Fozzie Bear boleros and giant pendant necklaces.  Perhaps this movie should have been made by Sofia Coppola.


But that’s not the movie Patricia Field styled.  This movie is unashamed, 2 dimensional technicolour fairy fluff and the worst thing you could do to it is watch it as a political critique on why our economy sucks so hard for so many.  Or judge it on its success as a character study of an addict.

Instead, pay attention to how earnestly and whole-heartedly the actors deliver their archytypal roles.  Allow yourself to be distracted by the “look at me” clothes.  Become thoroughly absorbed in how amazing Isla Fisher’s hair is.  Forget how a credit card works.  Laugh at the goofy gags!

If you can’t do that, you’re not going to enjoy this movie.

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