blackbird's two minute movie reviews
Surprise!
I've seen Eat Pray Love!
And here's a confession: I did not read the book. Here's a bigger confession: I'm not a reader.
It's true, I'm afraid. I think the internet killed books for me.
So, the thing is, I had no pre-conceived notions.
My goodness, Julia Roberts is a beautiful creature. I could look at her for hours. But, my heavens, the movies sounds just like a book...that can't be good.
But it looks so pretty I want to grow my hair (and that's saying something).
Julia gets a prophecy and goes away for a year.
Her whole life fits in a 12 square-foot box? Do you know what I'd give for that?
It's hard to believe her character is so very miserable, isn't it?
The decrepid apartment in Italy? Beautiful.
(I should mention that there was a roast in the oven and the kitchen fan was on and the scent of the wood-smoke in the fireplace all added to my loving what I was seeing.)
Julia makes love to spaghetti.
It's the Amalie of food!
Julia woos pizza. And teaches us about life. Buy bigger jeans.
Julia makes turkey for breakfast.
On to India!
Julia falls asleep and experiences "silence" and, is it me, or is Julia's time in India purposefully ironic?
Julia strings marigolds and attends a wedding and gives the bride peace and feels another's pain and it's slightly less trite as I have not read it!
Her Indian wardrobe is pretty too. Would we be wearing things from JCrew in India? Note to me: get those prayer beads restrung.
In Bali, Julia rides her wonderful bicycle right into Javier in his lovely Land Rover.
And then she runs into him in a bar on the beach.
And Julia is afraid to love Javier but realizes she must and finds the Truth, which cinematically, involves a boat and sunset and Bali.
And it's not so bad,
I suppose,
if you haven't read the book.
I've seen Eat Pray Love!
And here's a confession: I did not read the book. Here's a bigger confession: I'm not a reader.
It's true, I'm afraid. I think the internet killed books for me.
So, the thing is, I had no pre-conceived notions.
My goodness, Julia Roberts is a beautiful creature. I could look at her for hours. But, my heavens, the movies sounds just like a book...that can't be good.
But it looks so pretty I want to grow my hair (and that's saying something).
Julia gets a prophecy and goes away for a year.
Her whole life fits in a 12 square-foot box? Do you know what I'd give for that?
It's hard to believe her character is so very miserable, isn't it?
The decrepid apartment in Italy? Beautiful.
(I should mention that there was a roast in the oven and the kitchen fan was on and the scent of the wood-smoke in the fireplace all added to my loving what I was seeing.)
Julia makes love to spaghetti.
It's the Amalie of food!
Julia woos pizza. And teaches us about life. Buy bigger jeans.
Julia makes turkey for breakfast.
On to India!
Julia falls asleep and experiences "silence" and, is it me, or is Julia's time in India purposefully ironic?
Julia strings marigolds and attends a wedding and gives the bride peace and feels another's pain and it's slightly less trite as I have not read it!
Her Indian wardrobe is pretty too. Would we be wearing things from JCrew in India? Note to me: get those prayer beads restrung.
In Bali, Julia rides her wonderful bicycle right into Javier in his lovely Land Rover.
And then she runs into him in a bar on the beach.
And Julia is afraid to love Javier but realizes she must and finds the Truth, which cinematically, involves a boat and sunset and Bali.
And it's not so bad,
I suppose,
if you haven't read the book.
Comments
my daughter watched it. I have not yet. I did watch Never let me go. Which is brilliant.
But obviously not that one.
jbhat