Last night John and I went to see the new Meryl Streep movie, Julie and Julia. It was wonderful, I recommend it to everyone. Is there any role Meryl can’t play? I won’t be surprised if she gets nominated for an Oscar.
One thing that struck me as I watched it: I don’t know how tall Julia was and I don’t know how tall Meryl is. I’m wondering if they purposely cast people shorter than Meryl so that she looked tall by comparison (including all the townspeople). I thought Stanley Tucci was a good fit as her husband Paul and he’s shorter than Meryl.
Julie Powell’s original blog is still online: The Julie/Julia Project
The movie reminded me of a memory from my youth (before John). Between college and marriage I shared an apartment (well 3 actually) with my older cousin Donna. We had a lot of laughs during those days, one of them being this one from the Woodruff Place apartment in Bellflower:
Donna was the cook around our place. She thought nothing of fixing herself a multi-course meal after work. Me? I just wanted to get rid of the hunger as quickly as possible and oftentimes only had a bowl of cereal for dinner. I don’t remember the occasion in the above picture and I don’t remember who else was there. I think Donna was fixing some kind of meat loaf that needed to be a certain size, and we were measuring it with a yardstick. She summoned her best Julia Child impression and said something like, “You must pat the meat.” [to shape it and size it]. I know John is reading this and thinking, “guess you had to be there.” Well I was and it’s my memory. And considering that I have the world’s worst long- and short-term memory, it amazes me that I remember this. I wonder if she does?