Liz (Julia Roberts), after divorcing someone who has no idea who they are, decides she needs to find out who she is. She glides through most of the rest of the film relatively peacefullly, eating her way through Italy (manless), praying her way through India (with a male platonic buddy(Richard Jenkins) who annoyingly calls here "Groceries"), and tries to balance her way through Bali, until confronted with a hint of a request for commitment by a possible mate (Javier Bardem), at which she explodes showing anger and misery from where? Lots of nice scenery and pretty food, not much acting, until the explosion, which is more like SNL "ACTING!!!".
This definitely couldn't keep my mind of the bout of Restless Leg Syndrome that decided to hit that night.