I never read Liz Gilbert's memoir of
Thankfully, I took a long catnap in India, so I missed most of the talented Richard Jenkins, playing a cliched American running from his booze soaked past. By the time "Liz" gets to get some in Bali, after meeting Javier, cute, the way they always so in
I still haven't read the reviews. I truly wanted to love this film and I doubt anything could have deterred me from seeing it. I don't know if I will deter you either, but let's just say I gave it my very best shot.