That Green Scarf should be Wrapped Around Becky's Neck
What a stupid film! If ever I needed to see a movie right now that describes perfectly the state of personal finance in this country, this is it. Credit card debt, irresponsibility, consumer overload mentality not to mention the sociopathic lead character and voila! We have any number of people on the high street spending their way into financial oblivion with credit cards.
Of course, such a topic as the state of personal finance in the nation is too huge to tackle in a movie review, especially when the movie itself is so substandard, but this movie annoyed the heck out of me. From the hysterical, unfunny airhead portrayal of Rebecca Bloomwood to the smarmy (and completely unbelievable) Luke Brandon, I found myself wondering what fool greenlighted this pointless waste of time, money and talent. Isla Fisher has played some decent roles but this one is a real stinker that could wreck whatever career she has left.
From a vapid pack of shrieking women trying to run in heels while assailing a clearance sale to the entire premise that a lying fake such as Becky Bloomwood has the financial chops to save a magazine with her banal articles, I realized the movie was probably intended as a credit card primer for the pre-teen crowd. Let me suspend reality for a moment. Either that, or this country is so full of dumbed down individuals who need to liken their personal finance/lives to the wearability of coats and shoes that we really don't need to wonder any longer why the average american carries $18000 in consumer debt. I cringe. This entire movie with its cluelessly childish dumbcluck 'heroine', her garish clothes and unfunny slapstick is sugar-spun cringeworthy garbage.
"I was once stalked ... by a dog." Um OK. Pass the margaritas while I get drunk to pass the time and slap my thigh at such thought provoking humor. And then I'll wonder for a nanosecond why a bunch of high flying financial wizzes would even imagine for a moment that a redheaded airhead with an umbrella in her drink could remotely have anything illuminating to say. Then, I'll pinch the friend who dragged me to this stultifying crap to see if she's still awake.