i know i’ve raved about Eat, Pray, Love more than i could ever remember. all the more when i saw its trailer with Julia Roberts as the lead role, Liz. i think she was the perfect choice for the film and thought if the adaptation fails, the Pretty Woman will carry it through! come on, she’s Julia Roberts after all.
and giddy as a kid, wanting to enter a chocolate factory, i was impatient waiting for it to be released in the Philippines. on its premiere night, i found myself seating inside Greenbelt movie theater.
it’s a cinematography eye feast. even its musical scoring is a treat.
BUT 80mins of the film has already rolled out, i was still waiting for that emotion i had while i was reading it. i can sooo remember how i cried buckets and buckets of tears even after reading it the third time. the pain…the frustration…the desperation and the unhappiness were so real to me as i flip each page. i felt i was Liz with the same lingering anguish.
“In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.”
i jotted it from the book and put it on my notebook. i wanna read it over and over till it hits my already vanishing sensibility.
BUT as the movie draws to close, i never find the emotions i was expecting. each line, each sequence, each character does not relate with me anymore. it’s like Liz and i never had the connection years ago. she became a stranger to me narrating her pursuit for something.
i was ready to conclude, EPL lost its magic to me already. the truth is, when i read it some 2 yrs ago, it was real to me. i was there on the same emotional low, with little hope to make it through.
but He was faithful. He heard my mourning. beautiful things happened and here i am, alienated to any form of dissatisfaction, loneliness and aloneness. i’ve outgrown EPL already. i am way past the stage of grief. i can now say…
…i am sad no more!
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