Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Movie Review - Eat, Pray, Love

I DID like the cinematography, however.
I am actually ashamed at the caliber of films I have seen lately. Why did I see this glory of a Julia Roberts movie? Peer pressure, dammit. And James Franco. I am again ashamed of how easily I fall into the category of pathetic teenage girl. At least I don't like wolf/vampire Robert whatever his name is. (I actually do know what his name is but pretending I don't makes it seem more believable, although I haven't seen the movies or read the books so I am virtually in the dark, virtually).
When I heard it was called "Eat, Pray, Love" I thought to myself "Hey! I AM their demographic!" because I do 2/3 of the items in the title. However, I did not enjoy this movie all that much. Yes, I know, 2/2 of the movie reviews I have done on this blog have been negative, get over it.

The "love".
SPOILER ALERT. Julia Roberts is a lady in her 40's experiencing what can only be described as a mid life crisis (mm, sounds interesting, right?). She dates a guy far too young for her (but perfect for me. Enter, James Franco) after a semi nasty divorce from her hubby. So, after this relationship with this younger guy becomes tumultuous (oh, I really thought it was going to last!) she decides to take a trip to the places she's always wanted to go. She gets fat in Italy, meditates in India, and meets up with a medicine man in Bali and falls in love with some stranger. The Italy part was decent and made me hungry. The India part made me want to dive headfirst down the aisles of senior citizens with little regard for my life (it was senior citizen day in the theatre). That whole part is beyond boring. I understand that it's the "pray" portion of the conundrum but I would rather have seen "Eat and Love". I actually don't understand what went on other than the times she sat there and meditated. Have you ever watched someone meditate? You haven't? Well, you will have plenty of time doing that during this portion of the film. I understand it's supposed to be uplifting, but I would rather have uplifted my butt out of my chair and down the street.
The love part in Bali also confuses me. To put a long story short, she is riding her bike and a man almost crashes his car into her and then they fall in love. What?! Seriously? Also, he is some Brazilian guy or something that may have been attractive to the older women in the audience but, to be honest, I would have hightailed it on a plane to JFK back into the arms of James Franco. Whatever, they fall in love. She loses her fear over being in love. Bleh bleh bleh.
You be the judge. Maybe you'll relate with Julia Roberts and feel renewed and fulfilled by this film. I was not. I actually was repulsed that she would fly into the arms of some accented man that almost killed her, especially after she experienced all this independence in the countries she had been in.
Moral of the story: Keep eating, Julia, because the praying and the loving didn't do it for me.
I hope you all learned from this experience.

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