i love to shop

Going through the reels of Confessions of a Shopaholic is akin to a therapy session to escape from the doldrums. The film’s heroine, shop addict Rebecca Bloomwood (Isla Fisher) credit card bills, may not looked that terrifying to others who could drown in even deeper debt. But in the movie they appear to be insurmountable at its premise. Left without a source of income when the garden folio she works for closed shop and missing the interview for her dream job, all seems lost until she landed a position in a financial magazine edited by dishy Luke Brandon (Hugh Dancy) and is assigned a column about savings and store cards’ APR’s. As in all fairy tales, Rebecca’s witty scribbles becomes a success and she’s adored by many.

The glitches and predicaments are handled seamlessly that by the time Rebecca finally convene her garage sale cum auction of her cherished possessions, we could at last get a glimpse of the fruit of the forbidden tree.

The movie is abashed in a dazzling array of colors. There’s nothing dull about the outfits except for that black number in the ball. There’s a lack of chemistry between the leads. I’ve forgotten for quite a while that Luke is playing the romantic interest not just the boss. I couldn’t believe that Joan Cusack now plays mom to the youngins. It’s popcorn delight, veritable chick flick. If only real life is as delightful. But like the so called retail therapy, this movie is a temporary relief from our pilgrimage of struggles and concerns.