Before I went to the movies this past weekend, I read up on several articles, blog posts, et al that preemptively bashed Confessions of a Shopaholic. Certainly the premise (aspiring magazine writer compulsively shops and shops and shops, on a paltry editorial budget, mind you) could have come at more opportune times, but the way many a movie critic denounced the film for its parade of luxury items and silly treatment of lavish, unchecked materialism, was this worth my $6?
Yes, $6. Any movie before noon at any AMC Loews location in NYC is just $6. And although it's not going to win any studious awards alerting the film-going community of its profound credibility, for one-two-three-four-five-six SIX bucks, Confessions is fun to see. This isn't Gigli, and you don't have to broadcast your movie selection.
So in other terms, that is:
*3.5 bags of discount Valentine's Day M&Ms (after the holiday)
*2 shots of City Bakery's hot chocolate
*about what I make in one hour
*2 bottles of 2 Buck Chuck
So ask yourself, would you rather than shop (vicariously, of course, through Isla Fisher's misadventures without having to freeze your credit cards) than eat? Thank goodness you don't have to choose. Just get yourself out of your futon or air mattress a little earlier than normal and you maybe, just may be able to afford the movie and some pancakes.
The Newfangled, Unsatisfying Romantic Comedy: A Rant [NYMag]
