Saw the movie; hated the book
Apropos of “Eating up the past” (below), I saw Julie and Julia last night. Really a very charming and witty effort. The Julia Child part is based on her memoir written with nephew Alex Prud’homme and sticks close to the original; the Julie Powell part departs from Julie and Julia in that Julie Powell is nowhere near as obnoxious in the film as in her memoir. Got that?
The theater was totally filled so that the wit and humor received hearty and contagious laughs. In addition, I felt surrounded by people who had been making Boeuf Bourgignon for many years. Comforting.