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This revier just cracked me up. Reading the book or seeing the movied would just ruin it for me now.
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**[Bleat, flay, loathe ... one man's search for God on a Cineplex screen](http://www.vancouversun.com/entertainment/movie-guide/Bleat+flay+loathe+search+Cineplex+screen/3436679/story.html)**
I did as God said. I went and saw Eat Pray Love. In the theatre were fellow spiritual enlightenment seekers, who, as it turned out, were mostly pairs of women of a certain age, and by a certain age I mean the post-hottie one. Still, I felt a kinship with them. We were all seeking spiritual enlightenment and balance in our lives, though maybe in the interest of more balance they could have started by not getting extra butter on their popcorn. But I quibble.
The movie started with aerial shots of southeast Asian rice paddies, with Julia, in voice-over, talking about female Cambodian and Vietnamese refugees who, chances are, had seen their families and children murdered and who had been raped or wounded, but who, when they went for counselling, Julia said, all they could talk about were boys and romance. “This is how we are,” Julia said of all women, and I thought: How true. How true.
One also wonders why Western spiritual seekers so seldom give away all their possessions and go to live in Asian villages.Then Julia appeared onscreen, visiting an old wise man in just the cutest little Balinese village. The wise man was named Ketut, and he had, like, three teeth. He looked like an Asian Mickey Rooney. Toothless Asian wise men living in cute villages, of course, know so much more about life than pale materialistic Westerners, though you have to wonder why so many Asian villagers continue to try to sneak into North America by boat. Don’t they realize what they have?