I resentfully submitted myself to a post-Thanksgiving viewing of Ryan Murphy's Eat Pray Love and it was even more insipidly callow than I had imagined - a woe is me middle-aged tour of religious counseling and cultural identity - but more importantly - about delectable cuisine and sweeping far-world landscapes.
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It's bad enough that the film is languorously motivated and rigidly performed, but with the projection to the visual medium, Elizabeth Gilbert's best-selling memoir is eventually revealed to be both frivolous and selfish. [D]
Monday, November 29, 2010
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