I finally went to see the movie Julie and Julia tonight. A movie I enjoyed as both a blogger, cook, and someone who once went to a Halloween party as Julia Child.
The film tells contrasting tales of the newly-married Julia Child discovering herself as a cook and Julie Powell, who finds herself while writing a blog about her attempt to make all the recipes in Mastering the Art of French Cooking (Volume 1) in the space of one year.
The criticisms I’ve read of the movie generally adored Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci as Julia and Paul Child and were (I thought) a bit harsh on the modern story. Maybe it’s because so many of the elements of the bloggers life hit home, but I found the modern story more involving than expected. And I think I’ve figured out why Streep has suddenly become more appealing over the last few years — she seems to be letting the audience in on how much she enjoys performing. Even when she’s playing someone as frosty as the heroine in The Devil Wears Prada, she seems to be having a great time up there.
It was fun to see Helen Carey, who I remember as the glamorous Phyllis when Signature last did Follies as Louisette Betholle. And Margaret Whiting fans — you’ll hear a lot of her singing Time After Time in the movie. Could they only afford to license that one song?