"Julie & Julia" & me
Pass the popcorn, please. Today is the day that’s had bibliophiles and foodies salivating all summer. The highly-anticipated movie "Julie & Julia," starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams, is opening at theaters across the country, and I for one plan to be first in line.
For anyone who’s been, say, backpacking across Mongolia this past month and thus may have missed the media blitz, “Julie & Julia” is based on the eponymous book by Julie Powell, which in turn was based on her blog “The Julie/Julia Project,” a hilariously raucous and occasionally ribald recounting of a year spent cooking her way through Julia Child’s “Mastering the Art of French Cooking.” It’s reportedly the first major motion picture to be made of a blog (Hollywood? I have a blog, too – call me!), although it’s also based on Julia Child’s “My Life in France,” a deliciously ebullient reminiscence of the author’s years abroad as a newlywed during which she discovered her calling in life. Writer-director Nora Ephron adapted both best-selling memoirs for her screenplay, and I can’t wait to see how she’s managed it, because any way you slice it, the convergence of books, food, and film is a tasty troika indeed.
I also can’t wait to watch Meryl Streep sink her teeth into the role of Julia Child.
Growing up as I did in ‘60s and ‘70s, the heyday of PBS’s surprise hit The French Chef, Julia and her gleeful warble were part of the soundtrack of my childhood. Although to my knowledge my mother never attempted a single featured dish – about as French as our family got was Chicken à la King – oh did she ever love to watch Julia in action. Who didn’t?