Confessions of a Shopaholic

I am a person who was not designed to view Romantic Comedies and find them any more enjoyable than doing something extremely un-enjoyable. In fact, Romantic Comedies are the bane of my existence but every now and then I need to watch one just to remind myself just how truly awful they all are. And the only enjoyment I found in watching Confessions of a Crappy Adaptation to an Equally Crappy Novel was when it ended. I must admit however that I was curious several years ago about the draw of Sophie Kinsella’s book and found that I hated the main character too much to find any enjoyment in it. The first thing anyone who read the book will notice is that the main character Rebecca is not English and we are not in London. Subtle ass raping of a novel, I like it. Rebecca is not as horrid as she was in the book, so I am thankful for that, but for a character who’s life revolves around shopping for clothes, she really should have looked outside of 1985 to blow her wad.

Well, we meet the journalist Rebecca Bloomwood in a real pickle after reading a bank statement that says she spent $1000 in one month to look like the Technicolor train wreck we see before us. And after Rebecca’s best attempt to find her inner Disney Princess, she just can’t fathom how this happened. But lucky for her, she has an interview with her most favoritest fashion magazine in the whole wide world that will turn her frown upside down and she will finally get the credit collectors off her back. On the way she passes a shop window that can’t help but draw our little shopaholic in by the lure of a gauzy green scarf, this green scarf becomes a symbol of our little Rebecca and is essentially the catalyst of her burgeoning career and romance. She gets $20 bucks from a British guy at a hot dog stand to buy it and ends up being interviewed by him when the interview at the fashion rag falls through.

By some really annoying cute accident, Rebecca gets hired by the British guy to work at a money magazine where she explains finances to people who are as financially retarded as she is under the guise of “The Girl in the Green Scarf.” Obviously her finances are in ruin since she can’t stop buying ruffled tops and thick belts to pull her whole look together. Hounded by a credit collector who is tireless in his pursuit and giddy about the romance that is forming between she and the editor, Rebecca will participate in mad-cap schemes often seen in this genre to keep her life as a broke shopaholic a secret from her job and her fans.

Obviously, my cold heart was not warmed by this movie and I was relieved to find that there was a slasher film waiting in the wings for me.