She can’t help it. Even when her credit card says “no” and a pile of bills is waiting for her at home every night, Rebecca is always accompanied by a handful of bags that are stuffed with the latest trend-oriented outfits. In spite of the fact that some of us dream of a big, beautiful home and a wonderful family, Rebecca’s paradise is merely comprised of designer vintage stores.

 

Based on Sophie Kinsella’s syrupy novels, “Confessions of a Shopaholic” is judicious and well timed, as we find ourselves in the midst of an economic crisis that puts pressure on our pockets and little pleasures as well.

 

Rebecca’s expiation starts off as soon as she begins to work for “Successful Saving” magazine, since the job that she had always dreamed of, at the glossy bible for fashionistas “Alette,” was already taken. However, after writing a hit article, Rebecca becomes a star columnist and falls in love with her editor, impersonated by Hugh Dancy.

 

Although the film has several side-splitting moments and is enjoyable on the whole, it looks like a bad version of “Sex and the City.” At least the latter seemed more genuine.