Time Out says
The most indelible depictions of sisterly bonds in cinema range from lollipop-hued fantasias (The Young Girls of Rochefort) to unhinged nightmares (What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?) and homicidal sapphic lust (Murderous Maids). None contain the swift emotional rehabilitation and reconciliation that taint In Her Shoes, adapted from Jennifer Weiner's best-selling chick-lit novel.
In Philadelphia, esteem-challenged workhorse attorney Rose Feller (Collette) constantly comes to the rescue of younger sib Maggie (Diaz), a dyslexic, dipsomaniacal nympho prone to stealing big sis's cash, car—and gentleman caller. After Rose finally kicks her out for boffing her beau, Maggie sets off for Deerfield Beach, Florida, where she joins the kind granny she never knew she had (MacLaine). Taking a job in an assisted-living center, Maggie, who had earlier stammered over the TelePrompter cues during an MTV audition, now shows striking exegetical skills when discussing Elizabeth Bishop's "One Art" with an erudite senior citizen. Back in the City of Brotherly Love, Rose quits the firm and is wooed by mensch Simon (Mark Feuerstein). Cue e.e. cummings and a tender sisterly reunion.
"Without her, I don't make sense," teary Rose sniffs to Simon about Maggie. What's most nonsensical about In Her Shoes are the squandered talents of both director Curtis Hanson (whose marvelous L.A. Confidential and Wonder Boys display his gifts with adaptations) and Collette—a great actor, stuck being the target of fat jokes.—Melissa Anderson