If you’ve not yet seen Julie & Julia – Nora Ephron’s latest bonne bouche, starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams – get out of my kitchen. It is by far the feel-good comedy of the summer, and I insist you to drop everything and go at once… (WAIT! Lemme finish.)
Braiding together the autobiography of culinary icon Julia Child, and the memoir penned by modern day author Julie Powell, who just seven years ago rose to fame right here on blogspot when she began chronicling her online quest to cook all 524 recipes from Child’s famed cookbook, "Mastering the Art of French Cooking," Julie & Julia is the first ever major motion picture to be based entirely on a blog... Touché, bitch.
Amy Adams is delectable as the quirky blogstress from Long Island City. And Meryl is perfection as her deity of dinner Julia Child. (Surprising, since Meryl Streep is notoriously the weakest link in all her films, but go figure..) Truthfully, this is probably one of my favorite performances of hers to date. And the great Stanley Tucci as her devoted hubby is the icing on the gâteau. (That's french for "cake", or some shit.)
See it! You'll leave uplifted and inspired (and effing starving), no matter your affinity for eating or blogging. Though I must admit, having been a long-time resident of both Long Island City, Queens, and blogspot.com myself, I did feel a specific connection to the younger (and thinner) of these two particular protagonists. It made my big splash onto the silver screen seem almost inevitable. All I need now is a hot husband the likes of Chris Messina, Nora Ephron’s cell phone number, and an actress - preferably a bit younger and more glamorous than Amy Adams - to play me. Perhaps the lovely and talented Ms. Zac Efron is available.
Of course, I'm by no means a master of any type of cooking. Nor do I aspire to be. I've lived in my apartment for over a year without once turning on the oven, and the closest I've ever come to boning a duck was last Thursday when I hooked up with a guy I met at Posh, named Donald. (*badum-fart*) But in honor of this lovely little movie, and Julie Powell's inspiring tale, I would like to apply a little experiment of my own, by chronicling my progress as I work through one of my favorite recipe books: Lindsay Lohan's "Mastering the Art of Binge Drinking." Tonight I'm doing Margatinis!
Check tomorrow's Page Six to see how I did.