Eat Pray Love (2010)
(In French, On TV, January 2020) It’s amazing/amusing to see that film criticism can simultaneously process the idea that cinema’s highest calling can be to make us empathize with different lives, while at the same time making the (often unstated) determination that some lifestyles are more respectable than others. Being practised by generally urbane, progressive, cynical, in-the-know commentators (formerly majorly male, although that’s thankfully changing), film criticism will privilege the hip, the foreign, the sarcastic but find itself ill-equipped to talk about a different set of values. At least that’s what comes to mind after watching Eat Pray Love and taking a look at its critical reaction. The general reaction was to dismiss the film as self-centred claptrap, and there’s some justification for that assessment. After all, the film is about a woman abandoning a comfortable life out of a vague sense of anomie, then travelling the world to find contentment. Of course, this worldwide tour goes for Italy (Eating), India (Praying) and Indonesia (Loving)—I’m not seeing ordinary places such as Rimouski on the list. Unlike other people with actual problems, our protagonist is just… bored. Aimless. Privileged enough to just think that something is off. So going off to hobnob with American theatre actors, Italian pasta-makers, Indian girls in arranged marriages and Brazilian businessmen is just what’s great for a movie travelogue. (Better yet: the protagonist is played by Julia Roberts and she’s supported by actors such as James Franco, Richard Jenkins, Viola Davis and, to top it off, Javier Bardem as the ultimate dreamboat.) The film is adapted from a memoir that’s self-consciously showy and the film follows in the footsteps of that intention. (I recommend reading up about author Elizabeth Gilbert in context — “Eat Pray Love” is not the biggest event in the life of an ordinary person as much as a middle chapter in the life of someone living for attention). I found it far more interesting as a fantasy for middle-aged women: what if you could just leave everything behind, travel to picturesque locations, eat as much as you wanted, act as a compassionate figure for exotic people, sleep with a succession of seductive men before settling on a rich one and, best of all, give the impression that you’re on a journey of self-actualization by doing all of that? I hope I’m not coming across as merely sounding sarcastic, because I am, in fact, being very sarcastic. At the same time, though, I can recognize and appreciate that Eat Pray Love is worth quite a bit of attention as a lavish big-budget fantasy for an audience that may not recognize themselves in other Hollywood power fantasies, especially at an age of superhero box-office domination. Movie reviewers have a point when they talk about the film’s self-centredness, but at the same time, I’m not sure they’re able to appreciate films when they work on the level of someone else’s fantasy—particularly not the kind of middle-aged white women who want nothing to do with movie critics.