Review of Confessions of a Shopaholic (2009) by Robert I — 15 Dec 2010

What most consider the centerpiece of this film (as one reviewer so wisely stated, its "orgy of avarice") is actually little more than a watery concept for a film. No, ladies, the real atrocity here is that such a brilliant, witty deity as Isla Fisher stooped to the level of such a sugary, vapid schlockfest (and even by the standards of someone who knew exactly what he was getting himself into, this is a catastrophe on the deepest human scale).

I could be upset about the involvement of so many outstanding talents (Lithgow, Thomas, Goodman, Armisen, and especially John Salley's and Ed Helms's wonderfully sardonic cameos), but their periphery involvement is just bizarre enough to bemuse.

Alternatively, I think they read into an interpretive layer below this script's only one - I mean, is there really any irony in remedying addiction with others' addiction? And more importantly .

.. my God, how did so much writing just appear?! I can't believe I've invested (no pun intended) anything in this soul-sucking trash, though I sincerely enjoyed Robert Stanton's dry, Shevan flaying of Fisher at the film's climax.

I know, I know ... my disbelief is as great as yours: shame on me for approaching this review with any degree of earnest! I'm going to weep the downfall of man (harder than Piggy did in Lord of the Flies) and then I'll probably close by dating a girl exactly like our beloved protagonist in every way.

Lord have mercy on my soul.