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A Blue Ribbon for Julie & Julia

Earlier this summer, the Dresser sneaked off in the middle of the day with a friend to her local nonprofit movie house (Washington, DC's Avalon Theatre) to see Julie & Julia starring Meryl Streep. One of the Dresser's literary colleagues thought this was utterly decadent and perhaps the outing was because the Dresser has taken so long to write her thoughts about seeing the dual stories of Julia Child and Julie Powell who took one whole year to cook her way through Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking and simultaneously blog about the results. The movie, which premiered August 7, is now drifting down the pop chart, such that after the weekend of August 28-30, the box office ranking was the 6th most popularly seen film. However, the Dresser has noticed that both My Life In France, by Julia Child with Alex Prud'homme and Julie & Julia, by Julie Powell continue to top the best-selling book list of major American newspapers like The New York Times. JuliePowell.jpg


What the Dresser adored about Nora Ephron's film is that not only did it make her chuckle and admire how fantastic Meryl Streep was as the whacky top chef who brought French cooking to Americans, but it absolutely put the Dresser back in touch with one incident after another that involves how much the Dresser enjoys eating artfully prepared food and the pursuit of cooking. Whether Meryl Streep is beating lions (as Karen Blixen in Out of Africa) or eggs, she has the ability to absorb the character she is portraying such that the viewer can get lost in the story and isn't pulled up short by the fact that Streep is playing the part.

As Julia Child, Streep was able to modulate her voice to achieve those zany resonances that Julia made as she was executing her televised cooking errors and entertaining the American viewing audience. Yes, the Dresser said errors because half the reason the Dresser watched what Julia did on TV was to see what one could learn from her mistakes and, of course, to be entertained. Seeing Streep as Julia cooking on TV while Julie Powell watched in her living room was a wild ride for the Dresser. The Dresser instantly thought about a particular televised demonstration where Julia Child made a caramelized dome that went over some desert. The dome took at least 15 or 20 minutes of the show to make and once it was finished, Julia stood over it for a few minutes saying some odd thing and then wham, she broke it up over the desert (was it a pie and what did the dome add in eating pleasure?). The Dresser actually found the film scene where Streep-cum-Child is on TV sloppily flipping an omelet to be tame by comparison to personal memories.


The Dresser had another set of flashbacks in seeing the ebullient Julia start her cooking lessons at the Cordon Bleu. The film scene where Julia enters the cooking school's kitchen that is populated only by men seemed to be a triumph for all women in general and so that also gave the Dresser waves of emotional reaction.juliejulia08.jpgPhoto by Jonathan Wenk, Columbia Pictures

When the Dresser first got her copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking, she was newly out of college, had just gotten married, and her then-husband and she had a mutual high school friend named Ken who was learning to cook from an unusually tall Parisian woman named Vivien. (The scene in the movie where Julia's feet hang off the short mattress made the Dresser think of the svelte Vivien.) In a few years, Ken threw over his doctorate degree in operations research, moved to Juneau, and opened a successful French restaurant with some barbarian who had the key to the city and who could get a liquor license. Did the Dresser, who also learned Vivien's cooking secrets, feel jealous? No way! The Dresser's grandfather owned a restaurant in which he employed accomplished European chefs and she knew how much trouble service-oriented jobs are.

Around 1999, the Dresser had a dancer friend named Dennis who went on sabbatical from his government job so that he could attend the Cordon Bleu to see if he wanted to make a career change. Dennis informed the Dresser that she could attend a cooking demonstration at the Cordon Bleu in Paris and so she did. Well, while she knew that Julia Child loved all things buttered (that scene in the movie where Julie Powell opens her 'frig to a mountain of butter was enough to turn anyone's arteries to stone), going to the Cordon Bleu completely convinced the Dresser that Cordon Bleu cooking will not only make a person fat, but will also make them quickly dead. However, it was not butter that made the demonstration so appalling, but other animal fat and blood used in cooking some chicken dish that really made her pass on the taste offering.


Then the Dresser did have a little side conversation with herself about Julie Powell. Amy Adams plays Powell and she pales in the wake of Meryl Streep's acting abilities but that didn't bother the Dresser because Powell is suppose to be modest and not a star. The question that kept coming up was why wasn't Julie Powell a vegetarian or vegan like other young women (and men) these days?

Also, the Dresser wondered what portion of the audience for this film were young women and young men. While the film addresses issues about having children (Julia is unable to have children and the news about her sister's pregnancy is poignantly sad), being a successful woman (Julie's friends all have power jobs manifest by their cell phones interrupting their lunch together), and suffering love life spats (Julie's husband Eric, played by Chris Messina, pushes Julie to blog but when the obsession consumes her, he walks out), does this film, despite the blogging, really address what concerns young adults who are the movie industry's best customers?

Would the Dresser enjoy seeing this film again? Yes, she loved the way Paul Child's (played by Stanley Tucci) role was developed. He was a perfect complement to Meryl Streep's Julia. The Dresser also adored Julia's sister Dorothy (played by Jane Lynch) and the scene between the two sisters, who seemed like two giraffes all gangly and wide-eyed. The Dresser thinks Nora Ephron served up loving nourishment in Julie & Julia and the Dresser would be delighted to partake again.

On the subject of love and nourishment, Carly Sachs transforms a trip to the grocery store into a romance. "Love at the Grocery" will be published in 2009 in The Poet's Cookbook, a bilingual (English and Italian) cookbook with subject appropriate poetry collected and edited by Grace Cavalieri and Sabine Pascarelli from Bordighera Press.


The worst advice I ever got was
if you're looking for love,
try the produce section at your local grocery.
I've been a vegetarian for two years
and I've never taken a romantic stroll
down the lettuce aisle.
I'm alone from romaine to rapini.
Week after week I dream of my prince.
He'll be wearing faded jeans and a button-down shirt,
preferably periwinkle and he'll have on sandals,
either Tevas or Birks, I can't decide.
He'll be holding a bouquet of broccoli
and a shy smile will tiptoe across his face
as he approaches me. "It's my favorite," he'll say.
"Mine too."
Then he'll slip his arm around me
and we'll fill our buggy with corn and tomatoes,
eggplant and bok choy. Anything that grows
out of earth's belly will be fair game.
We'll measure the days in corn stalks and potato peels
and I'll wear dresses the color of habenero and summer squash.
At our wedding I'll carry a nosegay of cilantro and basil.
We'll push that shopping cart around the aisles,
pointing out produce as if we were on a gondola in Venice.
The sign on the back will read, Just Cookin'.

by Carly Sachs

Copyright © 2009 Carly Sachs


Comments (5)


Good thing "The Dresser" can make comments on the film and acting qualities because she can't get the name of the book right! Twice she calls it "The Joy of Cooking" when in fact it's titled "Mastering the Art of French Cooking". Oh well, what can you expect from one who insists on referring to herself as "The Dresser" instead of the plebian "I".

Gray Jacobik:

Fun to read this. Haven't seen the film but you make it sound enticing. Can't imagine sneaking out in the middle of the day to see a film . . . but now that possibility's open. Thanks.

The Dresser:

Yup, the Dresser had a bad hair day and got fixated on The Joy of Cooking instead of Mastering the Art of French Cooking. This despite having taking out her copy of Mastering. But just like Julia, she flipped the sloppy omelet in public and presto, fixed the hair-raising mistake.

Another thing she wanted to mention is that she mourns the passing of Sheila Lukins, co-author of The Silver Palate Cookbook. Lukins was another American cookbook author who attend the Cordon Bleue. The Dresser confesses that she probably spent more time cooking with Lukins and her partner Julee Russo than with Julia Child and Simone Beck. Even back in the 1970s, the Dresser wasn't so keen on butter and back then she wasn't yet allergic to dairy.

Tractor Engine Heater:

Looking forward to see the movie here in our city. Maybe the producers can be innovative in promoting the movie, like giving out to the moviegoers a free sample taste of their actual food as seen from the movie.

Marion D. Cohen:

Thanks, Dresser, for loving "Julie and Julia".

I'm actually one of those who like Julie as much as Julia -- perhaps partially b/c I could identify with her more, as a non-rich writer (who has published but would like to publish more, would like to MAKE it, have an agent. etc.) In particular, one review of the movie said that Julie was "selfish", and I wrote a (long-ish) answer to that part of the review, saying that in this society women are often branded as 'selfish", when they're mostly only trying to be in touch with, and protect, their SELVES. (I've coined the term "self-ish"...) Anyway, I never knew much about JuliA, and of course the movie was informative to me along that vein. But I'm not really a big fan of flamboyance, though it certainly was fun to see Meryl Streep as Julia, so I suppose it would be fund to see Julia herself. I also wondered why JuliE, when she found out what JuliA thought of her, didn't email JulA or something. That seems like the sort of thing that she'd do -- it's definitely what I would do. Anyway, thanks, Dresser, for your thoughts. (Next time I make a mistake in my calculus II class, I'll think of Julia, and of you!)

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