The plot opts for cop-out sentimentality and begins to melt into goo.
From Ann Gallagher:
I tried to read "Eat, Pray, Love" while on cruise a few years ago but after many repeated attempts, I was so disgusted by the indulgent tone of the book that I could not finish the first chapter. Instead, the book was cast aside and later, tucked back into the pocket of my suitcase along with the other useless paper one accumulates while on vacation. You caught the entire feel of the "Eat, Pray, Love" with your choice of the world narcissism in your excellent review. We should all be able to be so unfettered in our commitments, so selfish in our desires, and financially prosperous enough to be able run away from our lives and indulge in spiritual tourism for a year or two under with the plan to write a book. Of course this is impossible for most women and this is perhaps why the book is such a best seller. It is the fantasy of doing such a thing that is compelling. This is the wished for journey that doesn’t include annoying airline delays, intrusive security checks, painfully lonely evenings in hotels and restaurants, while spending days being shepherded around like a lost lamb by tour guides.
Incidentally, I was once acquainted with such a woman, one who could afford to indulge in new age spiritual gurus and photography trips, but I can honestly report none of this ever seemed to give her the happy ending that she deeply desired. Perhaps that is not for me to say, but all I know is that the one man she did happen to meet turned out to be no Javier Bardem and there was no happy ending.
The thing that disturbs me the most about movie such as "Eat, Pray, Love" and also, "Sex in the City," is not only that they are very silly but ultimately how consumer based they are. Much has be already written what a marketing opportunity that "Eat, Pray, Love" will become. Do I dare predict a rush of advertising campaigns that have the feel of the movie? Anyone for a line of scented candles? Indian Caftan tops? "Eat, Pray, Love" pasta? According to Hollywood woman are absolutely nothing without a man and the right pair of shoes. I resent that.
One more thing, when I travel I live out my own version of "Eat, Pray, Love." I eat whatever doesn’t upset my ulcer, I pray that the plane arrives on time and I love when I finally make it to my destination.
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