Confessions of a Fugaholic

For those who haven't read it, Confessions of a Shopaholic is the first in a series of increasingly annoying books about a pretty darn irritatingly stupid girl for whom things seem to work out beautifully despite the fact that she never learns her damn lesson in a lasting way. It'd be sort of like if Helen Fielding had kept writing Bridget Jones books, where she kept finding new and maddeningly idiotic ways to screw up her relationship with Mark Darcy over and over again, and then got him back again no matter what. Makes it kind of hard to root for the heroines long-term, because all you want to do is smack them upside the head and be all, "STOP IT! AAAAAAARRRRGH." Emphasis on the aaaaaaarrrrgh.

Anyway, so they're making a movie of Shopaholic, starring Isla Fisher, and this is from the shoot:

[Photo: Splash News]

I know it's a costume, and for all I know, this and then ensuing part where she falls into Hugh Dancy's arms (often while wearing Uggs and jeans under this ensemble, presumably because she's only shooting close-ups half the time) is a dream sequence of some kind. But the skirt reminds me of those tissue-paper flowers that crafty types like my sister used to make and attach to wire "stems" back in, like, 1987. Flip Isla upside-down, and she's a dead ringer for the pencil cup full of fake blooms that sat on my sis's desk, in a pencil cup she'd probably personalized with paint pens.

Also, with the hot pink dress and tulle, the feathered purse, the animal-print fur, the gloves... I feel like this movie is under the impression that Rebecca Bloomwood is some kind of replacement for Carrie Bradshaw, and will try to push it as such. Like, stick Sarah Jessica Parker's head on this photo, and you'd think you were looking at a still from Sex and the City. And you, Confessions of a Shopaholic, are no Sex and the City. As someone who finds the chronicle of Rebecca Bloomwood's fictional life somewhat insufferable, looking at these photos aren't doing anything to make me think the movie will be any less annoying. If she'd made her dress out of ACTUAL tissue-paper flowers as a cost-saving measure, maybe, but otherwise, I just want to cut up her credit cards and scream that her mad-spendy, lying antics are NOT HELPING ANYTHING.