“You’ve just got to see the movie Julie and Julia,” a neighbor told me. “I think you’d really like it.”
Would I now?
My husband got a code for a free movie from Red Box. It was a quiet night. Nobody to play Rock Band with me. I acquiesced. Secretly, I was hoping that I could learn a writing tip or trick from the movie that would put me on the road to getting published.
I was intrigued that a blogger now has a book published about her blogging experience. I was all set to be regaled with humor, teased with beautifully yummy food, and motivated by a blogger’s success. I was not all set for the draggy plot. Yawn.
Where were the high speed car chases that I need to hold my attention and keep me awake? The undercover agents fleeing murderous thugs? The adrenalin, nail biting suspense scenes? Where were the toothpicks to keep my eyes open?
I applaud Julie Powell’s success with her published book. But, if it takes being a good writer AND being a good cook, that let’s me out. I’m not sure people would be too excited about my cullinary specialty — tepid water and a dried crust of bread
By the end of the movie, I needed some Maalox. Was that because I overate at supper? Or because I couldn’t quite stomach the movie?
Granted, Julie’s story was mediocre (or less good than that even), but didn’t you love Meryl’s Julia? That made the whole thing worth it for me.
Yes, Meryl did a great job. And the director did a great job at making her 5′ 6″ height look 6′ 2″ tall! Several times during the movie, I commented at how HUGE she looked — not as in fat but as in bigger than everybody else!