Eat, Pray, and some other clichés.
Two nights ago, I was in a flight from Melbourne to Jakarta to take off on another adventure and cultural shock in Indonesia. I suddenly felt the need to watch a movie that would prepare me a bit for the holidays to come, and -guilty to not know better- the only movie that came into my mind was Eat, Pray, Love. I’ve seen that movie maybe twice after a good friend recommended the book (that I never read), and I remembered a quote –I think the most remarkable thing about the whole movie-: “Ruin is the road to transformation”. It was beautifully said in the movie script (or the book) talking metaphorically about the Augusts ruins, and how so in decay their beauty and powerfulness was kept intact through time. Maybe when I saw it I was deeply engaged with a transformation of my own, but I agreed with that quote so profoundly that stuck in my mind until today.
After zooming out of the reflection of that movie, in part because it wasn’t on the plane list, and partly because I’ve been avoiding the whole cliché that I’m going through some eating, prepaying and loving transformation of myself, I opted for the movie Wild. A movie of the girl who walked the PCT trek from the border of my country to the Canadian one. In this story, the girl walks basically her whole problems, arriving finally to the Canadian border to the blissfulness of forgiving herself.
It shocked me how I could totally understand that part of the movie, the feeling of belonging to oneself in full acceptance of our own mistakes and dark sides. But unfortunately, I´m too critical so that movie, so unlike many, many women, didn’t encourage me to trek the PCT. But this post is not about that, is about the effect of clichés and how upcoming and profound they seem in the movie industry.
Tourism and Hollywood have a basic element in common: the consumption of an experience. Both sell exceptionally experiences to the audience, both challenge us to partake in emotional engagements. Stories that have turned into books, books into movies, movies that have encouraged thousands of people to travel and make their own stories. Or at least re-live the stories in their own way.
Maybe a lot of people who from the comfort of their homes can experience the landscapes, adventures and stories of travel, we who wonder are Eating, Praying and Loving, or going Into the Wild to soul seek and understand our demons and limits. We are always eager to find that Beach that will be our dangerous paradise, eager to fall in love from Sunset till Sunrise, eager to explore the dark sides of our emotions and stay in Marigold hotels.
I am part of a generation hungry for experiences that will make us feel transcendental, some check their bucket lists in Instagram, some others share the peculiarities of the people and places; but we are becoming more bored with watching and we are more eager to experiencing.
Now in Bali, and after so many months of traveling some of the days have involved eating, praying, loving, walking and even having a bit of a paradise for myself and a few others, some others are just pure wonder and amazement of what the world has to share with us and how much we take it for granted.
Maybe I need to reflect more on these movies that have marked so many and encouraged them to get out of the house and walk for months… but for now I will enjoy the waterfalls, the rice terraces, the delicious dishes and the smiles of the people I bump into without a thought in mind.
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