The news on the “Eat, Pray, Love” scene is Elizabeth Gilbert’s revelation about her divorcing her husband (we all fell in love with thanks to the book and Javier Bardem’s role in the movie) and her love for her best friend (woman)
“For those of you who are doing the math here, and who are wondering if this situation is why my marriage came to an end this spring, the simple answer is yes,” – in Elizabeth’s own words
What am I getting to? In short, what a lie it was… The story I mean.
I am not judging the writing. It is good. I’ve enjoyed it immensely.
I am not even judging a story itself. It is a beautiful 12 months journey across the globe and inside oneself.
I am not judging the movie. I absolutely loved it… It seemed like hard going in places (just like the narration in the book) but still it was beautiful and soulful… Yes, it’s exactly the right word – soulful…
However, it is all a lie still when it comes to the very essence of oneself, soul, mind, insight. Looking back at the story now, knowing what we know, all the revelations and tribulations, all the angst and heartbreak seems to have different roots and leaves altogether.
To sum up, one can say ‘looking for wrong thing in the wrong places’…
Let me explain
Do you remember this?
A short-lived comedy TV show “ELLEN” with Ellen DeGeneres as a main character. Ellen in this show was young, funny and… heterosexual…
However, it seemed so ‘not quite right’ when Ellen would wake up with a man and go through morning routine and conversation. It seemed too tight lipped, to stretched and starched. Now we know why, don’t we
Look at her. She is beautiful. She is happy. She is famous and successful. No need for bad lines and hard smiles.
The same can be said about Elizabeth Gilbert. She is an amazing woman. Now, that she has found herself and made her choice, I hope she will be the happiest.
Eat, Pray, Love can’t be re-written (or can it). SO, the lie remains on the pages and on the screen. It’s like pulling and pushing something from the deep within one soul. It’s like giving birth and being in labor for days. It’s ‘almost there, but not quite yet’.
Can we re-read Eat Pray Love? Can we re-dream all the dreams that came with it? Can we re-arrange all the steps on the road of finding oneself? And did this story really need to end with finding love with a man? Finding love at all?