What's the point of waking up if you're just going to end up doing yoga in a cluttered apartment anyway? Might as well dive face first into "The Practice", a movie about a guy who can't even practice yoga without life kicking him in the metaphoric nuts. Real life, right?
"The Practice", directed by probably someone who hates his job as much as I hate contemplating my existence, showcases Gustavo, or whatever his name might be, a yoga instructor in Chile. Thanks to a fabulous thing called life mishaps, he becomes a homeless wanderer of the streets, a yogi without a mat.
Gustavo’s problems begin when he loses his house—not to mention he tears his meniscus; that's knee pain so sharp you'd think about laying in a coffin just to rest it properly. His students? Oh, a sweet bunch! One might be a thief, and another blames him for shattered bones during an earthquake.
Should we laugh or cry, or just plan our exit from this miserable existence? I'm voting the latter. But, until that blissful final credits roll down my life’s movie, we can chuckle at the movie’s portrayal of trying to control life's chaos, which is as productive as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
Ready for the punchline? The best part of life is the end. Where you don’t have to worry about meniscus or earthquakes. Blissfully alone, eternally undisturbed. Catch you at my funeral?
Based on the original article "Five International Movies to Stream Now".
