Eat, Pray… Huh?
I haven’t read the book or seen the movie (and plan on neither), but I’ve heard enough about both to be cynical. And to find this article by the Vancouver Sun‘s Pete McMartin, recounting his trip to see Eat Pray Love, absolutely hilarious in a depressing, if-only-this-wasn’t-so-true sort of way. I just about sprayed coffee all over my computer screen after reading the title alone (“Bleat, Flay, Loathe … One Man’s Search for God on a Cineplex Screen”).
The whole thing is really worth reading, but the ending is absolutely priceless:
I walked out of the theatre a changed man. I totally got the message of the movie, which was: “To find spiritual fulfilment and love, if you don’t like where you are, be somewhere else, and bring travellers cheques.”
So, on the way home, I decided I would fly off to Bali, or possibly Vegas, and look for love and spiritual enlightenment. When I got home, I went up to my wife and I said:
“I don’t know how to be here any more.”
That’s when she hit me in the face with a frying pan, and I saw God.