If you didn't have these two cookbooks or this movie poster in your possession before this weekend don't expect to find them on the cheap now. You can thank this weekend's opening of the movie Julie & Julia. What's that? You're still stuck in your Y2K bunker eating Spam and have not a clue as to what I'm talking about? Nora Ephron's killing of two birds with one stone effort, combining the memoirs of Julia Child and Julie Powell into one hurky jerky movie. I went, I saw, I say eh. Should you go see it? If you love food, Julia Child, Meryl Streep, Stanley Tucci, Jane Lynch, Paris, and well styled food in movies, sure, especially if you're fed up with movies that blow crap up but frankly I'd go during the matinee, screw full price. Here's my main beef (or Beef Bourguignon if you prefer) why not just a movie about Julia? Does Hollywood believe that Julia's life wasn't interesting enough to warrant her own movie? That the only way audiences would come if it was paired up with a foodie blogger's brief exploration of Julia's cookbook? Apparently the answer is yes and that just sucks. So I suggest you go over to PBS and watch some of her
original shows or try to find the book My Life In France and enjoy Julia straight up.
As for the other half of the movie? A bored NY cubicle wonk who enjoys cooking spends a year cooking all the recipes in Julia's seminal Mastering the Art of French Cooking and blogs about it. If you enjoys narcissism and temper tantrums, then you will especially enjoy that part of the movie. Me, not so much. I've never read her original blog, her subsequent blog or her book and this movie does not inspire me in the least to read her book. What is sad is that while the movie Julie professes much love for her long suffering husband, in real life she apparently has an affair. So much for him being the butter on her bread. It only leaves me wanting more of Julia and her Paris pals.
If you didn't have these two cookbooks or this movie poster in your possession before this weekend don't expect to find them on the cheap now. You can thank this weekend's opening of the movie Julie & Julia. What's that? You're still stuck in your Y2K bunker eating Spam and have not a clue as to what I'm talking about? Nora Ephron's killing of two birds with one stone effort, combining the memoirs of Julia Child and Julie Powell into one hurky jerky movie. I went, I saw, I say eh. Should you go see it? If you love food, Julia Child, Meryl Streep, Stanley Tucci, Jane Lynch, Paris, and well styled food in movies, sure, especially if you're fed up with movies that blow crap up but frankly I'd go during the matinee, screw full price. Here's my main beef (or Beef Bourguignon if you prefer) why not just a movie about Julia? Does Hollywood believe that Julia's life wasn't interesting enough to warrant her own movie? That the only way audiences would come if it was paired up with a foodie blogger's brief exploration of Julia's cookbook? Apparently the answer is yes and that just sucks. So I suggest you go over to PBS and watch some of her original shows or try to find the book My Life In France and enjoy Julia straight up.
As for the other half of the movie? A bored NY cubicle wonk who enjoys cooking spends a year cooking all the recipes in Julia's seminal Mastering the Art of French Cooking and blogs about it. If you enjoys narcissism and temper tantrums, then you will especially enjoy that part of the movie. Me, not so much. I've never read her original blog, her subsequent blog or her book and this movie does not inspire me in the least to read her book. What is sad is that while the movie Julie professes much love for her long suffering husband, in real life she apparently has an affair. So much for him being the butter on her bread. It only leaves me wanting more of Julia and her Paris pals.
