Confessions of a Shopaholic is yet another one of those Valentine's Day date films that bank on the holiday and not on plot, direction, or acting to get people in theaters. Rebecca Bloomwood (Isla Fisher) is yet another New York gal obsessed with designer clothes and maxing her purchases of said clothes out on her many, many credit cards. Her dream is to write for a high end fashion magazine, but through a series of coincidences ends up writing an article about saving money for a financial magazine, with a hot, foreign editor (Luke Brandon). You know these two are going to get together while she attempts not to mis step into him finding out that she is drowning in debt.Once again Hollywood gives us a film that is supposed to be a comedy, but really isn't funny. It's just a blah experience. Dull, predictable, tedious at times, Confessions is basically a low rent Sex in the City and we all know how crappy that was. There is an interesting sub plot about a debt collector that is as obsessed as Buford the Justice to get his check. Isla Fisher is once again cute beyond recognition, but the film stumbles from the poor story and the acting that surrounds her. I'm already nominating Kristen Scott Thomas for worst mis casting of the year. John Goodman is in this as the dad, but the little time he gets on screen is minimal and all we are left with is when in the hell did he start looking so old. John Lithgow is also wasted in this film. I mean really wasted. It's like buying a dozen eggs at the market and sitting on them when getting into the car. Wasted.
Yes, this is a chick flick, but it doesn't follow the formula. Sure, there's the cute city girl, but there's no real male hook for ladies to go see this one. And that's the key to a chick flick. Eye candy for the ladies.
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