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[dark_phoenix54]

Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously, by Julie Powell. Little, Brown & Company, 2005
I never thought I’d have any interest in this book or movie, but one day it was on TV and I watched it and really liked it. So when I found the book, I figured, well, the book is always better than the movie, I grabbed it. Sadly, my presumption turned out

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[mairi_dubh]

We can relate to and sympathize with Julie Powell in the film because Amy Adams makes her sympathetic , but even so at times I wanted to slap her and tell her to quit crying. The character says she bets that if she really wanted to learn to cook she could just be cooking her way through Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and sets out to do it. No one put a gun to her head, though
The film may not have been fair to Louise Bertholde, either, portraying her as a whiny, work-shirking goldbricker, when in actuality she shouldered a big chunk of the work (perhaps the smallest of the three shares, but not insignificant); she was going through a wretched divorce.

If the book is less compelling than the film....

Well, at least it did end.

[rhodielady_47]

Like you I much enjoyed the movie but hated the main character's damn near continual whining!
I absolutely adored Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci in the movie. As far as I'm concerned, the entire movie could have been 100% about the two of them and I'd have been happy. They did an excellent job portraying a married couple--in spite of Tucci being gay.
Why, oh why do all the most interesting men in Hollywood usually turn out to be gay??? {{{Heaves deep deep reproachful sigh}}}
:^}