I had a couple of uninterrupted hours yesterday and embarrassingly decided to fill them with a solo screening of Eat Pray Love which was pretty awful. I’m sure it didn’t help that the lovely older lady who took my ticket directed me to the wrong theater—a theater that had started the film an hour before the time time that I had intended to see it causing me to sit down after the Eat part of the film thinking, ‘Wow, I’m only 15 minutes late, and I already missed Eat? Or maybe the movie just jumps around?’—though the fact that I missed the first, oh, hour of the film probably didn’t detract that much from my viewing experience (I can only assume that what I missed was more of the same: Julia Roberts bouncing around the world, trying to get her shit together).
But! While the movie is full of cheese and dumb lines and not so great acting (I’m looking at you James Franco.) (The ticket lady took pity on me and let me go into another theater to watch the beginning of the movie, but I only had time to stick around for the JF bits.), Javier Bardem is, well, DAMN. There is a point in the movie where the man takes the book out of Julia Roberts hands and turns down the corner of the page, marking her place, and it is the hottest thing that I have seen in a very long time.
Anyway, what I really want to say is not that I saw EPL and that I disliked it and blah blah blah. What I really want to say is that please respect the fact that I may be turning In Good Taste into a Javier Bardem fan site for some unspecified period of time. For reals, kittens. So sit back and enjoy the ride.
