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We're not so much involved in the movie as idly registering it -- eavesdropping, almost, on a conversation at an adjoining table.
Try not to hoot when the gaunt Roberts makes a bring-on-the-flab speech to persuade the equally slender Tuva Novotny to eat pizza, even if they get "muffin tops."
The movie left me with the feeling of being trapped with a person of privilege who won't stop with the whine whine whine.
Eat Pray Love is like an overstuffed lightweight suitcase, with little room for us to feel the emotional connections Liz makes with new friends along the way.
An insane fantasy for rich people.
Liz maybe the most unlikeable character Julia Roberts has ever had to play, not because co-writer/director Ryan Murphy is trying to make her so but because everything the film does pushes her in that direction.
A seemingly interminable romantic travelogue that feels as though it takes as long to watch as the year-long spiritual quest it depicts.
The film version is pure wish-fulfillment fantasy.
Julia's late career seems an apologia for buying someone else's husband and getting away with it, for the most part, in the court of public opinion.
During the India scenes, Liz accuses Richard from Texas of spouting a bunch of bumper-sticker slogans... as though her revelations are any better.
[Takes] itself too seriously, even while it contains all the trappings of one of the most lighthearted movie genres, the 'travel romance' or 'travel therapy' movie.
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Probably about the best you can expect from a 21st Century Cinderella with a book deal who had probably already optioned the rights to turn her story into a Hollywood bio-pic.
El mayor problema es el subrayado permanente de lo que suele llamarse "mensaje", eso que supuestamente el espectador debe descubrir en el transcurso de una película y llevarse al final para su casa y que aquí está servido como receta.
Merely good and not great as many fans of the book hoped it would be.
Eat Pray Love is a two hour and fifteen minute ad for being rich; it's a smug, patronising travelogue that -- despite its already apt title -- could have also been called First World Problems: The Movie.
On the surface a beautiful film. But those looking for some hidden spiritual meaning be warned - Eat Pray Love doesn't go that deep.
It's as though the "phenomenon" of Eat Pray Love got away on itself and, rather than casting a self-deprecating, unknown actress who could embody 30-something middle-class angst, they chose the biggest, richest movie star of the lot.
Eat Pray Love ... [hits] its target demographic right between the eyes, but in the same way that a self-help book may appeal to thousands, it will never be great literature.
Narcissistic nonsense, styled within an inch of its life in the manner of food, fashion and travel magazines.
The fatal flaw of Eat Pray Love is that for a celebration of enlightenment through travel and the benefits of restorative calm, the end result is so hollow and artificial. Don't mistake entitlement for enlightenment.
A tiresome, humourless, lifeless, overlong dirge in which the lofty pretention to say something deep about the quest for self and the female condition all gets blown away by an insipid, off-the-shelf romantic-movie ending.
The chemistry shared by Roberts and Bardem is alert, alive and alluring: everything the rest of Eat Pray Love should have been, but shied away from.
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