Confessions of a Shopaholic Review

Confessions of a Shopaholic Review

Predictable, light and with little substance; Confessions of a Shopaholic may be just what the doctor ordered for these dark, tired times. Just don’t pay full price to see it, try the matinee or wait for the ‘Five Buck Club’ at your local theater.

Isla Fisher’s very light and frothy portrayal of Rebecca Bloomwood, a journalist for a gardening magazine who is so materialistic and addicted to shopping that she buries herself in debt, is the highlight of the film. Granted, if you want to see her in funnier films, go rent 2007’s ‘Hot Rod’ or 2005’s ‘Wedding Crashers’ – in both she was outstanding. In Shopaholic, while she does save the film – she simply exists through a plot that is pretty predictable, but in a fun, cute sort of way.

In an effort to avoid her nemesis, a debt collector by the name of Derek Smeath, Rebecca attempts to secure a higher paying job at a fashion magazine; in a drunken twist of fate the sample article she writes is submitted to a financial magazine and predictable hijinks ensue. The editor of said financial magazine, played by Hugh Dancy, inevitably comes to know Rebecca for her true value (and romance blossoms, of course).

There was one particularly clever device that director PJ Hogan utilized: store mannequins literally came to life and called to Rebecca like sirens, beckoning her forward through the shop windows and from the store displays; I would imagine in this day many people may be feeling that longing call.

If you are looking for a date night light snack treat, this two and half star snack is likely to fit the bill!