Eat, Pray, Love was, first and foremost, boring. Nothing happened--no adventure, no enlightenment, no interesting conversations, no revelations, no self-discovery (or discovery of anything else, for that matter).
Second, this movie was trite. Reminiscent of the ego tripping of the 1960's, it added nothing new to any debate about anything--humanity, nature, individualism, all of these were possible topics. The movie touched on none of them.
Third, this movie was improbable. Liz wakes up one morning, deciding (for no ascertainable reason) to dump her husband and go on a year-long odyssey to discover something, or recover something, or whatever. She apparently has the funds to do this, which should come as a surprise to everyone (including herself) after her divorce. We certainly never see her worried about money or whether her mail will catch up with her, or how to pay her income taxes or credit card bills. In Italy, she eats pasta and moans about an increasing weight we certainly never see. In India, she stays on an ashram that seems to cater to spiritual tourists, but we never see her eating or sick. She never even gets dirty. In Bali, she takes on a huge commitment to transcribe ancient Balinese wisdom for a wise man, but abandons this endeavor without warning or excuse to spend three weeks (!) in bed with a handsome and very unusual Brazilian man. (When did any of you ever meet a gorgeous Brazilian man who was willing to be a househusband?)
Fourth, this movie represented selfishness and hypocrisy at extraordinary levels. She dumps her husband with no warning, no counseling, nothing. She goes where she wants and tramples upon whomever she wishes to crush. Given that she is on a mission of self-indulgence, it is shocking that she works to persuade a 17 year old Indian woman to marry the man her family has chosen for her. Why isn't this girl entitled to the same freedom that Liz feels is her own right? She does one thing that might be considered to be outside the solipsistic world she has created: she writes to her friends to ask them to donate money to a Balinese healer who desperately needs a house. But even that is staggeringly self-centered: she bases her request to them on the premise that, if she were in New York, her friends would be throwing a very expensive birthday party for her, to which they would bring expensive bottles of wine as gifts. What presumption!
In case you have read this far in this review, and in case, having read this far, you don't get the picture, this is a terrible movie.