I think everyone I've talked to feels the exact same way I do about this movie—I would happily watch a two-hour movie with Meryl Streep as Julia Child; as charming as Amy Adams normally is, I'd like the forty-five minutes I spent watching her as Julie Powell back. I especially think the contrast is not flattering to Powell, because it seems that Child met every challenge with a cheerful attitude and a sense of self, where Powell whines and mopes and seems to be focussed on external validation. And it's not the movie's fault, but the thing was really tainted for me by knowing that the real-life Powell's next memoir was about her adultery. It adds such a sad subtext to all of her interaction's with her husband Eric in the film.
FuzzyCo grade: B- (A+ for just the Julia Child parts)
