Thanks to the lovely Julie, I read Julie and Julia a couple of years ago. I cringed, gasped and laughed out loud at Julie Powell’s attempts to conquer the recipes in Mastering the Art of French Cooking. And I loved the glimpses of Julia Child’s life in France, and her deep love for the kitchen that eventually made her a worldwide star.
Julie and I went to see the movie this weekend, and I have to confess I was a little worried. I had high expectations – because of Meryl Streep, Amy Adams, Nora Ephron, and the book. I knew the story and wondered if it would be as charming and funny and touching on the screen as it was on the page.
Well. It was.
We laughed and laughed – at Julia’s hilarious mannerisms, and when Julie tried to steam three live lobsters and the lid flew off the pot. We cheered when Julie made The New York Times (and scored 53 blog comments!) and when Julia triumphed at Le Cordon Bleu. And I got a little teary when Julia met her longtime pen pal, Avis, and when both women’s husbands stuck by them in the crazy midst of their cooking adventures.
The music, the sets and the clothes were charming. Well done all. And if you haven’t seen it yet, I say, go – and bon appetit!
cakes, tea and dreams 
I saw Julie and Julia this past weekend, too, and thought it was definitely charming, funny, cute, and original. The only bad part is that, instead of inspiring me to tackle French cooking (or any cooking beyond the basics I can to today), it just made me want to go out to eat for good food prepared by someone else (which my budget does not need right now).
Cool! I read “Julie and Julia” recently (after I saw it on your reading list :-)), but didn’t realize there is a film.