By Fred Topel | Images property of Touchstone Pictures
Confessions of a Shopaholic
Confessions of a Shopaholic is a really bad movie, but Isla Fisher is so good in it, it really doesn't matter. It's her vehicle and she's so adorable you'd watch her do anything.
Review: Confessions of a Shopaholic
The character's behavior is ridiculous but you want to see her do it. She can make Jim Carrey faces and that slow motion bosom walk of hers just slays me.
Really, why wouldn’t you want to see Isla Fisher stumble on a tray of fish? Why wouldn't you want to see Isla Fisher bumble through a fan dance? Why wouldn't you want to see Isla Fisher fumble through Finnish?
Without that, nothing about this movie would work. It's such a stretch to set up any of these set pieces, nobody behaves in a way that would be even consistent with the artificial character they're portraying. I mean, who would ever give their brand new designer clothes to a stranger for safe keeping?
Also, people asking you to pay your bills are evil. I mean, why should anyone force you to honor your responsibilities? Aw, wait, don't cry. No, come here Isla, let me give you a hug. I'm sorry. See, I'm still with her after all that.
It's super fast and aggressive which it thinks passes for hip, but it's artificial. Everybody's entrance is accompanied by pop music, and lest you think it's random, the same songs crop up again. They actually have theme songs, but with no sense of irony.
There's even cuts that don't match, but she's so cute in each angle that it hardly matters. It's got the worst cover song ever, with some rendition of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." Seeing the upcoming Bruckheimer movie billboards CGI'd into New York City is cool.
Look, lest anyone think I'm too cynical to buy into a silly movie, here it is. I recognize everything wrong with this movie. Even by genre standards it botches everything. But put the perfect star in it and it's fine.