My husband is the epitome of the strong silent type and after 33 years of marriage, he still suffers in silence.
We decided to brave the world of the big screen for our anniversary and after eliminating every other movie out there; we decided to see EAT PRAY LOVE, starring Julia Roberts.
It is interesting how two people can go to the movies and sit next to each other yet have two entirely different experiences.
I enjoyed the movie. The dialogue was natural and some of the philosophical statements were inspiring. It was the sort of adventure I would love, except for the mindless divorce of course.
Rick sat beside me and watched. There was no murmuring or sighs but I knew he was not enjoying himself. We left the theater and he never said a word. When we got to the parking lot I said. "You hated the movie didn't you?"
Let me give you his review.
"It was so lame. Why did she get a divorce? I thought she would go back to her husband. What a lame movie."
Why didn't you like it?" I asked.
"Why did you like it? It was so lame." He continued to rant. "About an hour into it I thought, oh my gosh she just ate. There's still pray and love to go."
I burst out laughing.
"When prayer came along, I was praying for the end. I didn't think I could make it through love. It wasn't even funny. Oh my gosh, it was so awful. Is that what it's like to be in labor for 30 hours? Knowing that anytime now it's going to be over but you have no choice but to hang on until the baby comes?"
I laughed all the way home while he kept up his tirade. Good thing we didn't live far from the theater.
"I’ll never be able to watch Julia Roberts again,” he declared when we walked into the house.
I recently had a bad movie experience and I knew exactly how he felt. I realized this might be my chance for revenge.
"Honey, don't say anything to Garret about how awful the movie was. Tell him it was the best show you ever saw. Let's make him go. He deserves to see this movie.”
When Garret came home from school, he hyped up the movie Space Odyssey 2001. He invited several friends over and even had his grandma stay up until 11:00 pm to see this 'best movie of all time.'
Rick was tired and went to bed but the rest of us were too excited. We popped popcorn dug out the chips and salsa and settled in for this stellar presentation.
It was like getting your teeth pulled without Novocain, one deeply embedded root at a time. Grandma and I wanted to leave several times but Garret kept assuring us. "Don’t leave the best is yet to come."
"Anything that comes next will be better than what has happened so far." I griped.
However, I felt compelled to stay. There must be a point to the whole thing and if I left, I would have wasted the time I already invested.
I was wrong. There was no point. Grandma said it best. "It was the worst movie I have ever seen in my entire life."
Did I mention that she is eighty years old? Maybe we should send her to see EAT PRAY LOVE with Garret.


Annie Bowlby said...

I actually loved EAT PRAY LOVE! Because I read the book, I understood the hidden angst and underlying psychological development Liz Gilbert was experiencing....but, I agree with Rick about the divorce. It didn't make a lot of sense, even in the book. This movie isn't about making is just one woman's journey, and what a journey! I thought it was a very good adaptation to the screen....and your and Rick's experiences with seeing it are absolutely hysterical! My granddaughter just left...I've learned we have different takes on movies, but often can laugh at the same things. Here's a great recommendation from her to me to you: LARS AND THE REAL GIRL. Fantastic movie! Keep gets better really fast. Love you, Annie

kbrebes said...

Now I really can't wait to see this movie and see how I feel about it, but I did just get the book. Another hilarious post! Keep up the good laughs!

Valerie Ipson said...

That's hilarious! My husband's lucky I'm not interested in seeing the movie. Just reading the book was plenty for me.

Susan Corpany said...

What I want to know is how you can eat your way through Italy and still have to run around in the shower to get wet. Sure she made a couple of token jokes about muffin top, but still . . .

I usually don't take my husband to chick flicks. That was our token chick flick for this decade, I'm guessing. It is better for me to suffer through murder and mayhem than for him to endure romance and relationships.


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