Marnie Mann was looking for a change β any kind of change β since her career in the film industry officially tanked. Temping for the high-profile makeup company LeVigne seems like her ticket out of debt and promises a new and interesting career filled with sparkle and shine. (Or is sparkle and shine out this season? It's so easy to forget!) With all the latest and greatest wrinkle reducers and lasting lip glosses at her fingertips, Marnie soon gets swept up in the superficiality of Park Avenue Princess life.
Marnie's life seems to be improving in all directions; her persistent eczema is clearing up, her love life seems to be getting over its dry spell and she's starting to get taken seriously at work. However, it all quickly turns awry as she sinks lower and lower into the frivolity of LeVigne's tenets. Everything about her life has become vacuous and shallow. Is this the person Marnie really wants to be?
THE IMMACULATE COMPLEXION reads as stilted and superficial as the plot line Edie Bloom has written. With dragging dialogue and an anti-climatic narrative, this is one THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA clone that merits a pass.
In a world of Park Avenue princesses and Botox babes,
Marnie Mann stands out like last year's lip color. If one
more person at her new job for Lavigne Cosmetics suggests a
laser treatment for her age spots (hello--they're
freckles!) or an injection for her furrowed brow (does no
one in this office think?), she's going to scream.
But even her organic-loving self can't resist the seductive
pull of working in the big-name beauty biz. That pull drags
her into a high-concept product launch gone spectacularly
awry, tainted samples, and a murder by makeup in which
every manicured finger points straight to her. It's going
to take a lot more than wrinkle cream to smooth out this
mess.
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