Rebbecca Bloomwood (Isla Fisher) is merely a girl whose entire world revolves around shopping. She compares everything good in life to the swipe of a “magic card” and proudly labels each designer purchase by the card used to acquire it. Suddenly, not only does her handbag bare the label Gucci, but it also owns the mental label of Mastercard, for Becky. Though she loves her parents and her roommate/best friend Suze (Krysten Ritter), she doesn’t try to hide that shopping—and that instant gratification feeling—are truly what she lives for.
What Becky does try to hide, however, is her mounting debt. It was likely a sad day when Becky Bloomwood discovered that her “magic cards” (12 of them, to be exact) come with a bill. In one line, she even talks about how the store card wooed her and promised her commitment and romance, but turned cold on her when mailing her a bill instead. Coinciding with the realization of her debts is the opportunity for her dream job as a columnist in a top New York City fashion magazine. Armed with what feels like an insurmountable pile of debt, Becky charges forward, finding love and growing up along the way. “Confessions of a Shopaholic” is very loosely based on the international best-selling book of the same title, by Sophie Kinsella. I say loosely because, aside from a very flexible (and small) theme of the story line, accompanied by character names, is pretty much where the similarities end. Most book lovers won’t be surprised that this isn’t a good adaptation. The film, alone, aside from the book, is cute.
Aside from some language, I can’t remember there being much that could be found offensive in this film. Although over-scripted and slightly outlandish, parts of the plot line are something that many can relate to. We’ve all, at one time or another, tried to hide our shortcomings under the bed. We’ve all likely found something to focus on, which feels like it leads us to some sort of happiness, only to find out that the happy it provides doesn’t last. It’s obvious that this film is intended to be a cute little romantic comedy, but in times of such economic distress it seems a timely and simplified metaphor of what our over indulgences can lead to. I probably wouldn’t see this movie again, but I have a feeling that girls who weren’t fans of the book prior to this movie may find themselves taken by this version of Becky.