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Aug 26, 2009

Julie and Julia

Meryl Streep in Julie and Julia

I left the theater tonight close to 9:00 PM, having just seen Julie and Julia with my good friend, Lynn. As I returned to my car in the dry, 85 degree California heat, my thoughts collided playfully like bumper cars and giggles. Truly, I had just journeyed through so many of the things I enjoy—food, writing, blogging, Meryl Streep, France, culture, vintage fashion...

This is by no means a review of the movie. There are enough of those. However, I regard Meryl Streep as the female Lawrence Olivier of acting. Unlike so many other entertaining actors, Meryl has the gift of transformation, taking on quirks and mannerisms as if she has spent a lifetime studying for a role. I will be watching this movie again just to study the detail in which she brought Julia to life. Oh, and Stanley Tucci's romantic portrayal of Julia's husband, Paul, was definitely a plus.

Julia Child - AP

A few years back, I purchased the audible version of My Life in France by Julia Child, a book completed by her grandnephew Alex Prud'homme after Julia's death at the age of 91 in 2004. Indeed, this book was the primer to Julia's story as I recognized many passages, including the hilarious visit from her Pasadena, California sister. I recommend the audible version of this book if you love cooking and France. One is quickly drawn into the narrative, replete with French names and phrases, depicting her early culinary adventures at the "Roo de Loo," Julia and Paul's nickname for their small kitchen on rue de l'Université.

And, Julie's side of the story provided a booster shot for my blogging. Rushing home to blog, I quickly sprayed the annoying ants that had invaded our hall bathroom and moved to my now purring Mac after it's recent hard drive crash. I understood what Julie's character was about, even without the compulsion to recreate every recipe in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking, which actually seems daunting to me.

And the cherry topper was that Lynn and I nailed down the telephone voice of the actor playing Julie's mother: Mary Kay Place. High five, Lynn!

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NOTE: The only disappointment for me with this movie is what I feel to be the unnecessary use of foul language. It was a classy story that could have survived nicely without the explitives.

AN ASIDE: My dear buddy Joyce just pointed out my original use of "fowl" in this post, saying that she did not hear any "clucking and crowing" in this movie, only bad words. It's too bad that Spell Check can't discern context. Thanks, Joyce!