In full disclosure, I should mention that I am ambivalent about the TV series - which apparently makes me an optimal "adopter" of the film. Thanks to my smart friend Lisa, who just knew it would be terrific fun. Cuz it was.
I realize, by now, you've been inundated with articles and reviews so I won't harp in this addition to the pantheon. It boils down to awesome fashion porn. Turn off the sound and you will still get hot watching it. I mean, if you don't have 3, designer-induced orgasms just sitting through the montage, I can only advise you to get to a specialist stat.
The glib reductionist in me calls it a perfect exercise in consumer and lifestyle marketing. Those cinema snobs may diss it on the basis of its inauthenticity. And Lord knows, there's a vat of subtext about post-feminism - not to mention bourgeois elitism - to consider.* But please, gorgeous readers, can't you just love it for the shoes?!?
*Secretly I love bourgeois elitism. Some of my best friends are bourgeois elitists :-)