Review of Confessions of a Shopaholic (2009) by Taia B — 19 Apr 2010

For having so many heavy-hitters being involved (Lithgow, Thomas, Cusack) it's embarrassing how awful this movie was. Mostly, it had to do with "Bloomwood's" hideous, hideous outfits; she looked like a trashy piece of candy, or animal patterned gift bag filler most of the time; who on earth could care about her shopping habits when it was just to buy more expensive tacky crap? The audience is supposed to sympathize with that?

So she maxed out her credit cards to buy a ton of crap, gets a job as a journalist for a financial magazine, bleh, blah, I realize there's supposed to be some irony in that, but really, who gives a flying rat's ass when girlfriend dresses like clown car interior?

And one so-called "brilliant article" written on the fly for a monthly column, does not make up for the ditzier-than-ditzes-could-ever-really-be persona, or for the fact that any guy dragged to this movie on a couch date, might lose faith in women by at least ten degrees, deeming them materialistic peacocks, only worthy of tolerating and eventually inseminating to satiate their mothers' incessant desire to own a living doll, as a granny.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a feminist. I try to avoid being an anything"ist" all together, and I do realize the major demographic for making money in movies these days is young women, and that Sex in the City invoked residual havoc, but come on, seriously, they couldn't do better with Bloomwood's outfits? What a freaking disaster.