If you like period pieces, you’ll especially enjoy the French parts of the movie. I wouldn’t have thought post-WWII Paris could have looked so luscious. My husband was salivating from the beginning of the movie…over the wood paneled blue Buick station wagon.
Meryl Streep delivers an award-winnable performance as the jaunty Julia Child. She captures the voice, the mannerisms and the joi de vivre that is signature Julia. One cannot help but love this woman who is so at home in her own skin. Amy Adams plays Julie Powell, a cubicle worker and aspiring writer, restless and riddled with angst. Julia becomes Julie’s role model.
Paul Child and Eric Powell, the husbands, play supporting roles. The film portrays the Childs’ relationship as stable and secure, tinged with sadness at their inability to conceive; Julie and Eric’s marriage is threatened by the blogging project and her focus on it. It is refreshing to see a movie with two married couples for whom fidelity is a given.
The main message that I extracted is that Julia Child was her joyful, unflappable self because she was a woman adored by her husband. His love “beautified” her. We admire this woman who is plain and tall, with a voice that grazes the ceiling, because of her passion and zest and joy in cooking. The security of being loved meant she didn’t have to edit the fiascos out of her television shows. That woman could laugh.
My strongest criticism is that the intimacy of both couples was overstated and brought on screen. Less is more. The scene where Julia and Paul exit their Paris house holding hands until their fingertips part communicates their sexual sizzle better than the bedroom scenes.
Oh..the food! Lots of butter, lots of whisking, chopping, and plenty of eating. It’s delicious.