Confessions Of A Shopaholic


Shopping thrills from the credit crunch era

Chick lit meets global financial meltdown in this extremely untypical Jerry Bruckheimer production - a glossy adap of Sophie Kinsella’s Shopaholic bestsellers that, on the surface, plays like AmEx And The City.

Yet delve deeper and you’ll see that director PJ Hogan (Muriel’s Wedding) is actually subverting the chick flick template, satirising his scanty heroine and the consumptive lifestyle that has left her with enough bad debt to justify a government bail-out.

“They said I was a valued customer,” sighs Becky Bloomwood (Isla Fisher) when living on the never-never finally catches up with her.

“Now they send me hate mail!” Her budding journo - Carrie Bradshaw in all but cheque book - jumps at the chance of
an Ugly Betty-style job on a fashion rag ruled by fearsome editor Kristin Scott Thomas, but she somehow winds up working for handsome Brit Hugh Dancy on a financial mag preaching fiscal responsibility.

How long before he finds out she’s up to her eyes in red bills? Long enough for some amusing hijinks in Miami, less entertaining visits to Shopaholics Anonymous and a faintly creepy running gag involving mannequins that come to life.

Dancy could pass for a dummy himself as Becky’s bland love interest, while Joan Cusack and John Goodman are poorly served as her embarrassing parents.

Thank goodness, then, for the delightful Fisher, a goofily appealing presence who - as shown in a hilarious dance routine that sees her flirting coquettishly with an antique fan - also happens to be a gifted physical comedienne.

Between her and Amy Adams, it’s fair to say the position of perky ginger ingenue is pretty much taken.

Neil Smith


More Topshop than Top Gun, this Bruckheimer effort sees Fisher finally make good on her Wedding Crashers promise in a film that manages to be both a frothy romcom and a cautionary tale on the perils of plastic splurgery.

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      Mar 29th 2009, 20:22


      There was a time when Disney would present a fresh, vibrant new form of silliness that actually had heart, warmth and the ability to be enjoyed. Well, it looks as if those days have finally vanished into the far cinematic distance as this week "Confessions of a Shopaholic" took the light-hearted-chick-flick to a new low. This is dire piece of messy comedy is adapted from the books by Sophie Kinsella, but doesn't hold onto their charm or originality. Instead, Disney wheel in Isla Fisher (doing her best, bless her) playing an American Bridget Jones who, instead using fags and food to indulge her vices, throws around credit cards, attempting to buy everything carrying a PRADA label. This, she finds, comes in useful when she starts masquerading as a money-adviser column writer, working for Hugh Dancy. Well, the latter part can't be all that bad, and it is true Mr Dancy is the only redeeming feature. However, this being the second film starring Kristen Scott Thomas I have seen in one day, it goes without mentioning that her embarrassing turn here doesn't even compare to her staring role in I've Loved You So Long.

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    • duncan1964

      May 15th 2009, 14:03


      A shopaholic gets a reporters job on a financial magazine to try and clear her credit card debts leading to apparantly "hysterical" results. Morally dubious, the film isnt helped by the lead character being someone you just want to slap all the way through

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