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physicality, high-pitched voice and joie-de-vivre to Nora Ephron’s fluid storytelling, which made us hunger for every morsel of the story from appetizer to dessert. (Now, I can’t promise that those will be my final food references, so if you’re hungry I suggest you stop, whip up some beef bourgignon from a Julia Child cookbook, let it fall onto the floor, laugh in a high-pitched voice…and ingest the rest of this later.)
Ephron shows us that Julia Child had a marriage of true joy and friendship, a certain recipe for greatness. Stanley Tucci plays Julia Child’s devoted husband. Prior to her career epiphany to master cooking (Julia Child and her husband had both worked as spies under Roosevelt, a side story which Ephron barely touches on), she struggled with what it was that she should do to for a career. In the film, her husband responds by asking her what makes her happy. “Eating,” she laughingly replies. He then unflinchingly encourages her
to pursue her bliss and continues to empower her every step of her journey, from her botched recipe attempts through to her dealings with jealous superiors to her enormous success.
I was tickled by the romantic strength also mirrored in the sub-plot modern day marriage, illustratedby Amy Adams and Chris Messina characters. Adams plays a Julia Child wannabe who became a popular food writer, which Ephron artfully weaves into the telling to keep the story current. The screen writers avoid a second portrayal of a perfect marriage, which would undoubtedly have come across as saccharine, by sprinkling it with some real life bumps, such as Messina’s husband character temporarily leaving in response to his wife having escalated into a shrew.
We roared along with the audience watching Streep and Adams struggle to