A chick flick …. for young chicks

I thot that Confessions of a Shopaholic would be an ideal way to chase away the blues.

So, I marched into theatre no. 5 at the Pyramid at 2.45 pm sharp on 26th March to catch the trailers (I can just see Mr Ramamurthy’s daughter rolling her eyes at this – she has no respect for trailer obsession).

What took me by surprise was that the place was fairly packed for a matinee on a weekday. Within five minutes the seats were taken up by many obviously young chicks eager to catch the show on Day 1.

However, that’s not the reason why I say this movie is for young chicks.

Though it is a fairly fast paced movie, I did keep waiting for something more to happen. You know, something unexpected in the storyline, a surprise, something you haven't seen in a million other movies. Like the stuff Spongebob does. Sorry, can’t think of anything more profound right now. Besides, the yellow fellow makes me and my nephew James crack up.

“Should I watch it?” you ask impatiently.

The answer is yes, if you just want some lighthearted entertainment. More reasons include: it will make you laugh, most women will be able to really relate to the needs to shop, cringing in the dark as the credit card bits come on, the hero is yummy, young women will just wish they were the Cinderella in this piece, the hero is kinda good looking, it gives you hope for the future, the hero is every girl’s idea of prince charming, and … did I mention the hero is visually appealing? It would have been nice if he were a bit older as he looks like a pup out of school, way too young to hold the high ranking position of a financial magazine. Or anything else. another reason why this movie is surely for young chicks.

By the way, this movie didn’t have the same effect as Slumdog Millionare did on me. You see when the credits rolled on for this chick flick, I didn’t want to dash out to buy the book. Or maybe if I were a younger chick I would. I should have asked the girls seated next to me.

Anything else you want to know?

By the way, this is a special message for Mr Ramamurthy’s daughter. If you’ve made it to the end of this piece – I’m sorry this is all words, and that there are no pix yet. Yeah, right!