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Sunday, August 22, 2010

EAT, PRAY, LOVE

I saw two films today, both dealing with eat, pray and love.  There is, of course, that Julia Roberts movie entitled, Eat, Pray, Love.  The other one was titled Piranha, in 3D.

The second flick was sleazy, sometimes pornographic, and bloody.  I liked it.  Not sure if the 3D added that much, but you know this was to be Jaws-like, for the opening scene has Richard Dreyfuss picked clean (or EATEN) by prehistoric piranha.  PRAY and LOVE are only incidental to the story, but there is a lot of EAT.  Oh, there will be a Part 2, as these fierce chompers, it turns out, were babies.  Wait till their parents show up the next time.





Eat, Pray, Love is about the life of Elizabeth Gilbert, whose book by the same title, spent 150 weeks on the New York Times best seller list.  If you were wondering how she could afford four months each in Rome, Calcutta and Bali, her publisher gave her an advance to fund the journey.  I like to stay four days, max, in any one spot.  Further, I couldn't have tolerated all those flies, mosquitos and minimalist living.  Watch someday for the opposite end of the spectrum from Paul Theroux's Ghost Train to the Eastern Star.  Having been around the world ten times now, I'm packaging these experiences into one travel book limited to foie gras, Matsuzaka beef, Johnny Walker Blue Label and Four Season hotels.  Maybe eat, drink and be merry.  Or has Robin Hood already used this?  My blog is currently presenting my travels from SIMPLE SOLUTIONS for Humanity.

But back to the movie, I was disappointed that Elizabeth did actually in real life leave her husband because she wanted to find herself.  I just couldn't cheer for someone who could so coldly abandon someone.  Thus, I almost wanted her to fail.  But, like in Hollywood movies, she finds love at the end in Indonesia.  The eating was mostly pasta in Italy, while praying was in India.

Which was the better movie?  No doubt the Julia Roberts film will do well.  But so will those monster pac-fish. I'll go to Part 2.

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