I read the book, I went to Bali, I had my palm read by Ketut. I passed the book onto my aunt and then I waited for the movie to come to Korea.
Last Thursday, it did.
In the movie theater, I've never seen so many people playing on their iphones. Julia Roberts screams, "I don't need to love you to prove that I love myself!!!" and the guy next to me looks down, slides the lock off his iphone and checks his facebook.
There wasn't even a sex scene-- thus solidifying the unfortunate trend that absolutely nothing in the movie climaxes.
But what surprised me the most was how true to the story it was, and how I found myself constantly thinking how petty and self-centered this woman is-- something I had never thought while reading the book. But when you see it there in front of you, in a two hour and 13 minute-- or more accurately 7,980 second-- drama form, it's hard to ignore the fact that it's really just a story of a woman acting like a child. And in the end, you're actually kinda pissed she gets what she wants.
So all in all, I hated Eat, Pray, Love. It pissed me off. I would rather watch Mama Mia-- which is like watching your mom dance on a bar. Actually, I would rather watch the Mama Mia sing-along version with a theater full of Claymates:
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| example of "Claymate" click picture for detailed image of homemade Clay Aiken doll |
That's how much I hated Eat, Pray, Love.
