My morbid curiosity about the film version of Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love is nagging at me.
Part of me thinks that I’ll spend the film rolling my eyes at how Hollywood sees women – as brainless beings that will only open their wallets for pretty things (travel to pretty places, pretty clothes, pretty Javier Bardiem) and will sit through absolute crap (Sex and the City 2) if such things are present. Oh, and that we all like Oprah and lust after shoes above and beyond all other things – but that’s probably a feminist rant I shouldn’t get into.
(Also, a bit of me cringes at at the casting of Julia Roberts as the film’s heroine. While I admire Ms. Roberts, I’m just not seeing it. But I’m willing to be proven wrong.)
I adored this book when I first read it. As a woman who has the travel bug, Gilbert hit all my buttons. Reading the book, I was there – in Italy, in India – alongside our searching heroine. However, I’m starting to feel like the thing I loved is now watered-down and secondary. Admittedly, all the hype has made me a wee bit bitter about the whole sensation it’s become. I mean really, did there need to be a perfume collection? Did World Market really need to launch as a clothing and accessories line?
Regardless, I’m sure I’ll wind up seeing this film. I guess the question is whether I’ll shell out the bucks to see it in a theater (it’s currently playing all over the place) or whether I’ll wait until it hits the glory of Netflix.
