After watching “Eat, Pray, Liv,” I think a part of me would actually be totally okay if Ravi (Rahul Kohli) and Peyton (Aly Michalka) end up going their separate ways. Yes, they might love each other but that doesn’t mean two people actually work together.
For his part, Ravi just couldn’t stop himself from one bad decision after another. His well-intentioned effort to be kind, understanding, and compassionate, combined with his sense of moral superiority, comes out as a patronizing attempt to forgive Peyton for sleeping with Blaine (David Anders).
Sexual entitlement is the persistent belief (which we all have likely perpetuated at one time or another) that women owe men both sex and sexual attention. That women owe men a smile on the street. That women owe men their number at a bar. That woman, as in the case of Peyton and Ravi, owe men an apology for sleeping with other people.
Yet the notion that Peyton makes an apology to Ravi is preposterous. Ravi has no claim on Peyton’s body. Ravi is not her keeper. Ravi is not her partner. Ravi is not Blaine’s keeper. Ravi is not Blaine’s partner.
Upon hearing her words, I felt a surge of satisfaction. Finally! Somebody said it. I must admit I crave to hear her words again. Only next time at a congressional hearing when a senator mansplains women’s sexual and reproductive healthcare to female constituents.
Even if Peyton and Blaine could secure some version of a happy and healthy relationship, Blaine still has to atone for his sins. Taking the serum as he did this episode hardly constitutes a single prayer in the thousands which would be his penance. I wonder if Blaine must lose a lot more? Maybe even his life?
Our sympathy for Blaine does continue to grow, however. The story his father tells only goes to show how damaging
Blaine’s childhood was. Angus (Robert Knepper) explains to Blaine that he earned his father’s unadulterated contempt at 11 years old because he stole a pair of his mother’s earrings. It’s not just unfair; it’s absurd. Angus is incapable of love. He’s void of patience and forgiveness, and probably a sense of humor for that matter. Next, I’d like to see how Blaine’s relationship with his mother compares.
Meanwhile, Liv (Rose McIver) and Clive (Malcolm Goodwin) solve a pretty run-of-the-mill murder case. It’s nothing so salacious as the mother-daughter-stepfather love triangle we saw in the previous episode. As a matter of fact, Liv doesn’t even have any visions! And what can we expect from the brain of a master of meditation? The rest of us can’t let go of memories. But this zenned out dude can do it with his eyes shut.
And with my eyes wide open, I see a romance brewing in Liv’s future. The face Justin (Tongayi Chirisa) makes upon his introduction to Liv savors of new crush to me. Sadly though, we’re immediately reminded of Major’s (Robert Buckley) everlasting love for Liv.
In a close-up, we see Major look lovingly at Liv and it’s as if I hear his inner voice say, “All this time I’ve been worried about forgetting Natalie when I should have been worried about forgetting Liv.”
These two will undoubtedly end up together, but new loves and a possible memory loss will certainly make for good tension and greater payoff.
And then there’s Don E (Bryce Hodgson). He believed himself to be Angus’ business partner but soon realizes that he’s no more than a gofer. Standing in the rain, he looks into the lounge where the cool kids have gathered to watch Blaine croon the most appropriate of songs (‘Long, Long Time). And it’s as if all Don E’s life could be summed up in that one moment– the weird kid on the outside, wishing to be included.
Well, it’s either that– him feeling longing and envy– or him feeling a ballooning resentment towards Blaine. I hope the former. It’s often a loaner with an ax to grind who commits the most heinous of crimes.