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P. J. Hogen’s vastly imaginative
Confessions of a Shopaholic is a roller-coaster SHE's the ultimate spendthrift, impulsive, indiscriminate and determined and despite running a debt of $16,000 she just cannot stop splurging. But in Hollywood’s dream factory these are the types that blunder their way to success, after all, the message is to live beyond your means.
The plot is theirs and our heroine Rebecca (Isla Fisher) runs into pliant bosses and lucky streaks, it is all glamour and glitz for those who like it that way in Confessions of a Shopaholic. With such trite lines as "when I shop the world gets better," the viewer is ensconced in a high-flying world of fashion editors and designer garments. May be that’s what’s got the United States in the mess they are in but that’s another story. Here the financial advisers and money bags drink champagne and caviar and discuss such grave issues as "sprightly long legs are vastly overrated". Rebecca has a roommate who tries to discourage her spending splurges but to no avail. She’d rather mingle with Vogue-like editor (Kirstin Scott Thomas) to say nothing of her fairytale romance with her dreamboat boss Luke (Hugh Dancy) who despite being dumfounded quite often recovers soon enough to indulge in his prot`E9g`E9. Director P. J. Hogen has a vastly imaginative story even if it never comes down to ground level and the screenplay is tolerable with some good lines but with little thought to back them. The cutting and editing is a tad too fast for starters and the story does not have the pauses so necessary in developing a narrative. It’s a roller-coaster ride all the way. Isla Fisher is bubbling with enthusiasm but most of the action is predictable and her road the success has to be taken with a handful of salt. So is her fairytale romance. Hugh Dancy stutters from pillar to post and is never really believable but it is sad to see the talented Kirstin Scott Thomas dismissed of in such an inconsequential part, but then that is the fate of fading stars. That the story finally makes a modicum of sense is not enough of compensation for putting up with 110 minutes of blas`E9 stuff. Recommended only for those high-flying dreamers.
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