Today I saw the movie Julie & Julia with six of my foodie girl friends. I think I was drooling aloud.
Although some critics are panning the Julie/Amy Adams character, I enjoyed the contrast of coincidences and struggles that both Julie and Julia faced – initial unfulfilled professional/personal lives, their drive to finish a project against all odds, husbands, rising above the crowd.
Meryl Streep as Julia shined.
I predict that she not only will be nominated for best actress but that she’ll win (again). Her voice and mannerisms captured Julia Child. Somehow even at 5’6” they made her appear taller by pairing her with a shorter man (Stanley Tucci) and towering over the rest of the female cast except her sister.
And then there’s the butter.
It should’ve had a movie credit to call its own because butter is in so many scenes. (Was it Land o Lakes? You don’t get better product placement than that.) So what if it didn’t have a speaking part. I have not seen that much butter ever. Butter. Butter. Butter. I wonder how many pounds of butter Julie used in her year of cooking 524 Mastering the Art of French Cooking recipes?
Some night this week I am going to sauté a piece of fish in butter not olive oil spray like I always use. Then I’m going to eat a piece of divine chocolate and sip Coppola Sofia Blanc de Blanc (if I can find it locally without too much hassle). My ode to Julie and Julia. I have no inclination to debone a duck in this lifetime.
Is this a chick flick or are guys going to see it too?
What’s for dinner after watching the movie?
What were you craving on your way out of the movie?