Disclaimer: This is a review of Eat, Pray, Love the film, not the book.
I genuinely can’t remember when I first saw Eat, Pray, Love. The book came out in 2007 when I was a 7th grader and then the movie came out in 2010 when I was in 10th grade–both years of my life during which I did not have the penchant for traveling that I later developed. Further, this book/movie followed a 34-year-old woman regarding topics I had no deep connection to: broken relationships, sense of belonging, life’s purpose–you know, the things you contemplate as an adult. As both a 12-year-old and a 15-year-old, my only concern was the VMAs, going to the mall, and when Beyoncé’s next album was going to drop.
What I do know is when I did eventually watch this, I fell in love (pun intended). I am pretty sure it was after my senior trip to Rome in 2012 because that’s her first destination. I routinely watch this film whenever I am feeling in a mindset of restlessness and when I just need to see The Pasta Scene (more on that later), but when I thought to write a review on it, I discovered this film premiered 10 years ago as of August. So, how does it hold up in 2020?