i would do more than just eat, pray and love...

i know that some of you readers have been waiting for this review (Ahem Dr. Emily) but it's taken me quite awhile to write it. I think mainly because I don't have very strong opinions about Eat, Pray, Love. I haven't read the book (even though I'm a firm believer in reading all books relating to a movie before I it. I just couldn't bring myself to having people on the train see me with that book. I may cave in though). But from the trailers and the reviews of the book, it just didn't seem like my cup of tea. However, armed with three fabulous girlfriends, each with their own preconceptions of the film/book, I embarked on a cinematic journey that would hopefully succeed in transporting me to Italy, India and Bali. First off let me say that our seats sucked. I've never sat so close to a movie screen before and I was dizzy for three-quarters of the film. That being said, I actually didn't' have a horrible time. I came in with such low expectations that I was pleasantly surprised. Was it my favorite movie ever? No. Was it the worst I've ever paid to see? No, that distinction goes to You Don't Mess the Zohan. Yeah. I said it. Surprisingly enough, the movie greatest success is in the hands of its supporting cast. Billy Crudup and Javier Bardem made my heart both melt and smolder. Richard Jenkins was endearing with just enough country sass. Even James Franco was charming as a prototypical new-age hipster. The greatest problem in the film is the lack of continuity. The film definitely had the feel of three different films. Without having Julia Roberts' character being properly defined, she seemed like drifter, which the viewer couldn't really connect with. I had no sympathy for her. Maybe in the books Elizabeth Gilbert comes across as trapped but in the movie she just seemed like a grown up child who can't make up her mind about what she wants and thinks that the people in her life are the reason she doesn't have passion for anything anymore. Gross. It's funny cause the moments I remember most vividly in the film are the scenes that Julia Roberts doesn't really have a central role (ie Javier Bardem crying over son, Richard Jenkins crying over his family, Billy Crudup wanting to desperately save his marriage). Nonetheless it was fun to see places I've never visited before and I definitely had an appetite for Italian food (which consumed after our movie screening). I guess the saddest thing is that directly after exiting the movie theater I wondered, "was that really safe for a woman to be traveling around on a bike in Bali, and living in a house that appeared to have no doors?" Oh well, you could do a lot worse.



I really liked Ketut. And his missing teeth. He has swagger!