Dear whoever the hell is making this movie,

You're sucking. Horribly. Confessions of a Shopaholic was a good book. Well, ok, it was a fun read at least. But you, Mr. or Mrs., are fucking up the movie version.

First of all, Becky Bloomwood was British. Second of all, Becky Blomwood was an amazing dresser. In your film, she is neither. She was a fucking personal shopper for Barneys, for crying out loud! The tragic mess you've got Isla Fisher wearing is horrible. This film could have been the next Bridget Jones's Diary. But you've failed in trying to make it the new The Devil Wears Prada. With bad fashion.

Sincerely,
Cris