I went alone. Alone? Asked a friend. She was busy.
If I'm going to go to any movie alone, what more perfect movie that one about a woman who is exploring the world on her own. I love J.R. & seeing her onscreen again.
The soundtrack was almost as delicious as the pizza she devoured (more on that in a bit).
I hadn't read the book. Wasn't really interested. The movie was...not awful, not great.
I was a bit afraid that watching a woman abandon real life to visit all the places she's kept in her "I want to see that before I die" box would send me on the road to discontentment with my much-less glamorous life.
Then I heard this line:
"Having a baby is like getting a tatoo your face; you wanna be fully committed"
and I felt my defenses significantly diminish.
I laughed out loud. (which is quite liberating when there's no one to turn to for sharing the joke) when she said she'd write a blog titled,
"Carbs and Conjugations; a woman who goes to Italy to learn Italian."And my very favorite line of the movie was:
"I'm tired of waking up every day & counting every calorie I ate yesterday so that I know exactly how much self-loathing to take in with me to the shower."This scene made me want to transplant myself back to Figs on Charles Street (below) with my friend Angela, to share another Pizza Bianco w/arugula, roma tomatoes, and carmelized onions (recipe at link above).
She would have been the perfect companion for this movie, but my Sprite Zero & I were just fine.
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