Eat Pray Love

JonnyPistachio wrote:

Is Eddies song even in the movie, or just on the soundtrack? I know two people who saw it and said they didnt hear it.

those 2 people must not recognize Eds voice. Both songs are in your face.

Does anyone else wonder why Ed was involved with this, just curious, because right now my theory is that his girlfriend is a fan of the book,lol.

Yes, Cradles Broken Glass, I do very much wonder what possessed Ed on this one.Saw the single in Tower yesterday. Didn't even consider picking it up. I've never been less interested in a Pearl Jam related release. The music is interesting for Ed, but the lyrics are about as painfully awkward and bland as the film seemsto be. Here's a review from today's Guardian. I'm not usually one for judging a book by it's cover, but there is no way I could imagine this movie has any merit whatsoever.

Eat Pray Love
Yawn, fidget, stretch. Peter Bradshaw is a reluctant passenger on Julia Roberts's interminable spiritual journey

Sit, watch, groan. Yawn, fidget, stretch. Eat Snickers, pray for end of dire film about Julia Roberts's emotional growth, love the fact it can't last for ever. Wince, daydream, frown. Resent script, resent acting, resent dinky tripartite structure. Grit teeth, clench fists, focus on plot. Troubled traveller Julia finds fulfilment through exotic foreign cuisine, exotic foreign religion, sex with exotic foreign Javier Bardem. Film patronises Italians, Indians, Indonesians. Julia finds spirituality, rejects rat race, gives Balinese therapist 16 grand to buy house. Balinese therapist is grateful, thankful, humble. Sigh, blink, sniff. Check watch, groan, slump.

Film continues, persists, drags on. Wonder about Julia Roberts's hair, wonder about Julia Roberts's teeth, wonder about permanence of Julia Roberts's reported conversion to Hinduism. Click light-pen on, click light-pen off, click light-pen on. Eat crisps noisily, pray for more crisps, love crisps. Munch, munch, munch. Munch, munch, suddenly stop munching when fellow critic hisses "Sshhh!" Eat crisps by sucking them, pray that this will be quiet, love the salty tang. This, incidentally, makes me plump, heavy, fat. Yet Julia's life-affirming pasta somehow makes her slim, slender, svelte. She is emoting, sobbing, empathising. She has encounters, meetings, learning-experiences. Meets wise old Texan, sweet Indian girl, dynamic Italian-speaking Swede who thinks "Vaffanculo" means "screw you".

Roberts eats up the oxygen, preys on credulous cinemagoers, loves what she sees in the mirror. Julia shags Billy Crudup, James Franco, Javier Bardem. Ex-husband, rebound lover, true romance. Crudup is shallow'n'callow, Franco is goofy'n'flaky, Bardem is hunky'n'saintly. We hate Crudup, like Franco, love Bardem. Divorced Javier is gorgeous, sexy, emotionally giving. About his ex-wife we are indifferent, incurious, uninterested. She is absent, off the scene, unnamed. That's how Julia likes it, needs it, prefers it.

Movie passes two-hour mark, unfinished, not over yet. Whimper, moan, grimace. Wriggle, writhe, squirm. Seethe, growl, rage. Eat own fist, pray for death, love the rushing sense of imminent darkness. Scream, topple forward, have to be carried out of cinema. Reach life crisis, form resolution, ask editor for paid year's leave to go travelling. Editor stands up, shakes head, silently mouths the word: "No". Nod, turn, return to work. Personal growth, spiritual journeys, emotional enrichment? Not as easy as 1-2-3.

eyedclaar wrote:

Someone got this book for my wife. She made it about a chapter or so in before deciding the main character was a whiny bitch and put it down.

That is what I'm afraid I would think. Sure didn't want to waste movie money on it, although my female friends all had a girls' night out for it. I weaseled out. I thought maybe I would like the book, but from what I've heard the central character/author/Julia Robert's character sounds like a self involved, spoiled brat. But I should probably give the book a chance - as long as I can borrow it and not have to spend money on it.

Did anyone see the article about the screening party or whatever it was that Julia Roberts had? I had a link at one time. It said that Roberts secluded herself in an upstairs room with a few "select" individuals. She didn't even allow the author in, which is hilarious. They must be alike. Anyway, supposedly Ed and Josh Brolin were the nicest celebs and actually mingled with the riff raff in the main party room - riff raff being producers, families, author, people like that.

eyedclaar wrote:

Someone got this book for my wife. She made it about a chapter or so in before deciding the main character was a whiny bitch and put it down.

i beat you on this one............my wife was never interested because she already knew she was "a whiny bitch"

JonnyPistachio wrote:

"If you dragged your man to 'Eat Pray Love' this summer, he gets to take you to a movie called 'Football Jerk-off Nap.'" -- Bill Maher.

Loveboatkaren wrote:

It sounds like self indulgent crap to me!!! Would'nt it be nice to have enough money to quit your job and go on a trip around the world...Gee I feel so sorry for her!

That's exactly what I thought, the fact that she has the ability/money to drop everything and indulge herself for a year means she probably doesn't have half of what the rest of us do to bitch and moan about (cry me a river, chic). I'm really between a rock and a hard place right now in my life, but I'm reading The Original Scroll (Jack's Kerouac's non-edited version of On the Road). That is a book with I guess you could say a similar theme in that of travel, but he didn't I really dig his style. It's a fun escape for me to read it and unlike "Eat, Pray, Love," there wasn't much eating, but rather a loaf of bread if he was lucky and a lot of hitchhiking and buses, but he always seemed to manage and have a good time. Sorry, for the tangent, but if I'm going to read something along this line, I know which book I would suggest, although I feel very contradicted even comparing his literary classic to her book. Also, I apologize for the late night rambling typing, I need to hit the sheets.

Jeanwah wrote:

Cradles Broken Glass wrote:

Loveboatkaren wrote:

It sounds like self indulgent crap to me!!! Would'nt it be nice to have enough money to quit your job and go on a trip around the world...Gee I feel so sorry for her!

That's exactly what I thought, the fact that she has the ability/money to drop everything and indulge herself for a year means she probably doesn't have half of what the rest of us do to bitch and moan about (cry me a river, chic). I'm really between a rock and a hard place right now in my life, but I'm reading The Original Scroll (Jack's Kerouac's non-edited version of On the Road). That is a book with I guess you could say a similar theme in that of travel, but he didn't I really dig his style. It's a fun escape for me to read it and unlike "Eat, Pray, Love," there wasn't much eating, but rather a loaf of bread if he was lucky and a lot of hitchhiking and buses, but he always seemed to manage and have a good time. Sorry, for the tangent, but if I'm going to read something along this line, I know which book I would suggest, although I feel very contradicted even comparing his literary classic to her book. Also, I apologize for the late night rambling typing, I need to hit the sheets.

I read the book (no interest in the movie), and the author received an advance for writing this book while on sabbatical, in order to afford the trip.

That's interesting to know and explains a little bit, but still, most of us still wouldn't be afforded that luxury.

Edit: Wow, I just read my post from last night, what the hell? I sounded drunk as a skunk, a couple of my sentences make no sense, oh well...