I went to the cinema on my own for the first time ever yesterday, and it was a mixture of sad (as in saddo) and liberating, and I think I might overcome the sad (as in saddo) element and do it again in future. I’m on this mailing list where I get an email every now and again asking me if I’d like to see a preview of a film for free, and if I’m quick enough in clicking the link, then I get tickets. Julie and Julia was on on Sunday at 11am, a time when most people are in bed, and rightly so. I, however, set my alarm, got up at 9, and was in Bradford for half ten so that I could get the best seat (like a saddo).
Anyway, the film. I loved it. As much as I’ve always rated Meryl Streep, her foray into camp musicals (I still haven’t seen Mamma Mia! and I refuse to) made me pull that face where you can taste a bit of sick in your mouth. Her portrayal of Julia Child worked like a good gargle with Listerine; the vomit taste has gone.
I have to admit to never having heard of Julia Child or Mastering the Art of French Cooking, but I’m officially a fan of both, the latter taking pride of place at the top of my Amazon wishlist with immediate effect. Amy Adams plays Julie Powell, a sort-of-failed writer fed up with her lot in life, who decides to cook all the recipes in Julia’s book over the course of a year – 524 dishes in 365 days. The film flits between both Julie and Julia’s lives, drawing parallels between the two nicely.
An excellent choice for fans of blogging, cooking, and above all, laughing.
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