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confessions_of_a_shopaholicProbably unintentional, but still, releasing a film laden with lavish branded items virtually unaccessible by the majority of white-collar working men, in a time of a downturn economy such as well, now, is probably isn’t the wisest move. Even if the film is clearly meant as a don’t-take-me-too-seriously-it’s-only-a-comedy added with a bit flavor of obvious romance, I found that the whole idea isn’t really appealing and I don’t feel too comfortable with the heroine’s choices and deliverables. Therefore, not-so-appealing idea? Check! Non-existent connection with the main character? Check! The only star I gave for this film is merely coming from the fact that I saw this film right after Dragonball Evolution (to cleanse the after-taste), and the small resemblance of Isla Fisher with Amy Adams.

I haven’t read the book nor had I any intention to start to read it especially after seeing this film, but I do hope that, upon knowing that so many friends of mine had read the book, they’re actually much much better than the film. Otherwise, I would feel so sorry for them (Sorry, girls!). That being said, this review is solely to the film. I bet the characters behave rather differently on the paper. Or so I’d hope.

Anyway, here’s my problems to this film: Rebecca Bloomwood (Isla Fisher) is a journalist, with a penchant to shop more than she could earn, elevating beyond whether she’s actually need the stuff she bought but rather savoring the escalated feeling of being in the process of shopping. She has twelve credit cards, and eventually most of them are off-limits and hate-letters finally arrived at her door urging her to paid her outstanding debt and some Derek, the debt-collector started to made a call. The paper she’s working for collapsed, and there you go. Rebecca, no-money, no-job, and a mounting debt to pay. Fortunately, she has a best-friend, and a prospect of a job, *plus* a possible love interest. All of which are too perfect for her because I don’t really see her as a soul in need of a redemption. Her debt consequences are infinitesimal. I mean, she doesn’t have to lose her shelter, or has to worry about what is she going to eat. In fact, the way she takes on her debt situation is almost like the way she treats a bad-joke. A polite laugh, and forget. Oh, the irony but in my opinion, it’s an insult to our current situation in general.

The solution to her debt problems are dreamy, and ones that gradually made me lose respect to her. Because the way I see it, these solutions of her are ones that doesn’t come off of a hard-work from Becky and in times where personal debt problems are most common, seeing someone could get-off of it *this* easy even if it’s only a movie, could rub some of us in a wrong way.

Added to that, the romance part is a pain to watch with every cliches written in a book of Rom-Com 101 thrown in sans the actual chemistry between the responsible parties. It made the journey felt wrong in so many places.

My rating: * / **** Hey, it’s only a movie you say, but I say, yeah, go on sell those dreams. If you’re a girl charming enough to lure a wealthy man into your lap, you could write-off your debts as easy as Becky on this film. But if you’re like me, a man, unremarkable and forgettable, good luck, buddy, you’re on your own.