Read it.
Saw it.
Loved it! *sigh* Cried at the end like a big, ol' baby. Sheesh.
Glad the theater was dark.
But yeah, to me, it was that good.
One of the few pluses of being unemployed is matinee's. Yep. Bonus, right? Hey, ya gotta find those silver linings where-ever ya can. So, Sweet Hub and I went the other afternoon to see Julie and Julia. I wanted to compare book to movie.
The book was good, but yeah, she does drop the F-bomb...a lot!. Which I did not care for. But I will say, she writes really well and I language aside, I did enjoy the book. To me, its just a great story.
But the movie, oh, one of the few times I've ever said this, was better. But only because, it gave me a real sense of the characters. Maybe because I am so visual, but it just enriched the characters for me, brought them to life more so than the book. It was just a really good movie, in its own right.
I loved that so much of Julia's story was told, I got a better feel for her life. She was adorable. And the love story between her and her husband Paul, was so sweet. And their apartment in Paris....squeal! I could have just sat and watched scenes from the Paris part of the movie, over and over and over. It was gorgeous. But I have always been a big Julia fan anyway, so this was truly icing on the cake. And I'm more of a fan now, than ever before.
And Julie, well, my heart just went out to her. Who has'nt felt that way, that they are disappearing into the fabric of their own life. Her meltdowns were hysterical. When she butt heads with her Mom, I'm sure we could all identify with at some point in our lives (and ohmygosh, do we Texans REALLY sound like that?). And her successes, well, just made me want to cheer. (And at the end of the movie, yes, dorks that we all were, we clapped).
But the ending...too dear. And I don't want to give it away, but yes, I sat sniveling into my greasy popcorn napkins, getting that big, old "gah, I really don't want to cry here" lump in my throat.
And what is the deal with that anyway? Do you cry in movies? The older I get the MORE (to my great annoyance) it happens. Yeah, in my 30's I boo-hooed at the occasional black and white, schmaltzy endings and such (ie Dark Victory, It's a Wonderful Life, etc). But here lately, good gosh. Maybe its a menopause thing? I don't know. But so annoying.
I still cannot sit through the part of Ratatouille where the restaurant critic reads his review about the real chief, without bursting into big sobs. UP (the movie)...oh my gosh. The same. I won't say where (again don't want to give it away), but gah, what a sap I am. Of course, any Disney movie usually has that one scene where you gotta cry. For the love of Pete.
Now for the record, I did NOT cry when Dumbledore dies (at the movie), but did shed a tear or two when I first read the book. And if I gave that away, good gosh, where have you been? But there were those in the theater boohooing a bit. Hee hee. But, this time at least, not me.
And, yes, we have been doing "Julia speak" almost non-stop since the movie, quoting the butter lines and I'm seriously thinking about seeing if I have that book buried in a closet somewhere. Cause maybe, just maybe, I could try a recipe or two. So if you get the chance, check it out. I would love to know if you liked it. Or better yet, did you cry at the end?
And you know, I have to say it.
Bon Apetit!
:D