Becky Bloomwood is the kind of cute, red-haired, satanic demon inside all women that ignores logic, laughs at the word “budget”, and cunningly persuades you that those £415 pair of Luella pink and lilac Mary Janes are a desperately necessary addition to your wardrobe: they wouldn’t just be a shoe, they would be the shoe that completely defines you, and the world would be a better place if you had them. Anyway, who cares that you owe a small fortune in backdated credit card bills if you look fabulous?
It is this kind of “slippery slope” thinking that strikes a chord with many, especially in the current economic climate; a clear reason for the appeal of “Confessions…”In addition, Isla Fisher is being billed as “The New Queen of Comedy” for her performance, and I’d have to concur. Fisher’s Bloomwood is a fashion fanatic who stumbles into a job with Successful Savings magazine, advising others on their spending habits whilst remaining in blissful denial about her own burgeoning arrears. Becky’s housemate Suze is initially sympathetic, allowing her to live rent-free and encouraging her to join Shopaholics Anonymous. But, when Becky’s guilty pleasure takes hold, she is powerless to stop it – unfreezing credit card (literally), hiding her secret shopping stash and spinning an outrageous web of lies. The pitfalls of addiction are portrayed in a seemingly honest fashion, as Becky has to hit rock bottom in order to truly turn herself around. Before she starts seeing the pain she is causing to those she cares about, she really has no urge to change, which is true in the case of many addicts.
Overall the casting is brilliant; there are some great performances from John Goodman and Joan Cusack as Becky’s parents, as well as Hugh Dancy providing a modern Mr Darcy, complete with designer stubble and a passion for Prada. If you enjoy a self-indulgent chick flick that doesn’t take itself seriously, this is the film for you.
By Sally McIlhone