Confessions of a Shopaholic (Isla Fisher, Hugh Dancy, Joan Cusack, John Goodman, John Lithgow, Kristin Scott Thomas, Wendie Malick) – Hi. My name is Cliff and I’m a movieholic. Altogether: “Hi, Cliff.” I just can’t resist a multi-plex. I have to be in there no matter how bad the movie is. Even when I know I’m about to see a formula-driven chick flick that will never make the list of “best ofs,” I still can’t stay away. I just seem not to resist those young, cute new-age stars like Isla Fisher, who burst on the scene with Wedding Crashers as the nymphomaniac and followed it up with an engaging performance in Definitely Maybe. I am a movieholic because I see actors like Joan Cusack, John Goodman, John Lithgow, and Oscar-caliber people like Kristin Scott Thomas and I figure my money won’t be wasted. But I know I’m addicted because I fall for it every time. Even when I know I have seen a movie dozens of time, I still go. Like Confessions of a Shopaholic, where girl meets boy, girl loses boy, girl gets boy. Where there are those madcap wacky parents (Cusack, Goodman); the hyper best friend (Krysten Ritter) who is about to get married; and the witch of a fashion magazine editor (Thomas, who is no Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada). Where the star forsakes the best friend for personal gain then regrets it. Oh God, I just can’t stop going to the movies. Even in February when all the worst movies are released (witness The International). So I vow to try to resist temptation and not see movies that I know will be awful, will fizzle out after a week at the box office, and have to resort to star power to get people into the theaters. That said, sweet Isla Fisher plays Rebecca Greenwood, who says she’s a journalist despite all evidence. What she is a fashionista who can’t resist a sale or any clothes with a premium label on them. She desperately wants to work for a fashion magazine and, despite blowing the interview, she gets hired at a financial magazine (spare me!). She writes an article on how managing your money is like shopping and becomes the “in” writer known as the “girl in the green scarf” (spare me). But she’s in debt from her uncontrollable shopping and her overuse of credit cards. I’m sure the producers and director want you to think of this as a “madcap comedy with a heart,” but it’s really just a bad chick flick that is a poor man’s Devil Wears Prada.”