I haven't gone to see the movie about Julia Child and Julie Powell yet. I was invited to a showing but to be honest I am ambivalent about it because I knew Julia Child. I've been blessed to meet her, thrilled to eat with her, and honored to work with her. She was one of the most honest women I ever met. Julia was so funny but not necessarily intentionally; it was just the way her words came out.
When I put out my hand to introduce myself the very first time, I said, "Hello, I'm Denise from Los Angeles," and she replied "I'm Julia from Pasadena." And when she asked me what I did, I said "I'm a food stylist." Her response, "Oh dearie, I don't like most food stylists, they muck around with the food! Do you muck around with the food?" I ducked my head, ordered more champagne and didn't make eye contact with her bright baby blues.
Like thousands of women who have a career in the food industry today, she influenced me. She taught me. I adored and admired her.
I did read Julie Powell's book years ago and I hated it. I thought the writer came off as a whiny child, piggy-backing on Julia's fame to sell a book. I saw no talent for food or cooking. I have been rereading the book this week to see if I feel differently now that Julia is gone. Nope, still feel exactly the same.
And, maybe because I've lived in Hollywood too long, even the title offended me. Julia should have been given top billing.
I don't want to rehash what Russ Parsons so brilliantly wrote in his L.A. Times article, "Julie, Julia and Me: Now it Can Be Told." Just let me say that he writes about the fact that Julia Child was not impressed with the blog and, by the way, Julia's feelings were not a secret, she had told many of her friends.
Instead, let me tell you a little something about my experiences with Julia.
I first met Julia because of Stephanie Hirsch (her assistant of 16 years). I was seated next to Stephanie at an IACP conference dinner. We got along like a house afire. I became Stephanie and Julia's roommate at IACP conferences for several years. You can't imagine the look of disappointment on people's faces when they knocked at the door to our hotel suite and I was the one who opened the door, not Julia. People would actually push past me as if I wasn't there, demanding "Where's Julia?" I'd try explaining that she'd be out in a minute and, no, I was not holding her hostage, but their suspicions remained until Julia arrived.
Do you know what always impressed me about Julia? It was that she always did the very best possible job she could because that was who she was and that as what she was made of. She didn't whine or complain; she did what she needed to do and got on with it. And she was grateful for her life.
I assisted Julia on several book signings. She would not leave until she had signed a book for every person that had stood in line, even when her fingers got completely stiff. Always polite, she'd thank me for bringing her cold water but nary a word about having to pee. She's sit there until she was done. She was a trooper.
If she was cooking something in front of a television camera and discovered something wrong with a pot of soup, or with anything else on the set, she fixed it. She didn't nitpick, she didn't order others around, she just did it. She was determined that everything be right. If a producer or director made a suggestion about the food or changing a procedure, she'd simply say "Yes, but I think I'll do it my way."
I have an original black and white photo of Julia taken on the set of The French Chef, shot by Paul Child. In it, she's squeezing a suckling pig in her arms, getting him ready for the roasting pan. The photo radiates pure joy. Even the pig looks happy. Every day I walk past that photo and say "Thank you, Julia. Bon Appétit."
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I have to be honest - I am jealous of Julie Powell. You know, the girl who wrote the blog and book about how she cooked her way through Julia Child's recipes, which became the basis for the film "Julie and Julia."
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This past weekend, I was dumbfounded at the movie vision of a 1948 Paris resplendent with sumptuous food portrayed in Julie & Julia. That year much of Europe was suffering from starvation.
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i myself am not a foodie so my interest in this film is purely as a film. i must say i appreciate ms. vivaldo's perspective, both as a food professional and as someone who knew ms. child but don't think this film needs my $10, plus a babysitter, or my limited "free time." i think the contrast between julia, who just did it and never complained, and julie who did it and complained, is reason enough for ms. child to get top billing.
Poor Julie Powell is taking such a beating with the release of this movie, mainly for not being Julia Child. I read her book and thought it was very funny. It made me want to get out Mastering and start cooking.
It figures that Julia Child did not love the blog. It was written two generations removed from Child's sensibilities. For example, Julia probably never described a fabulous dish as a "f*$%ing revelation," as Powell does. I would never have dreamed of trying Child's braised lettuce (blech!) before reading Powell's book, but now I look forward to it.
I haven't seen the movie yet, but I'd guess that the point of juxtaposing Julie's and Julia's stories is that they are very different people from different times, but still there are common bonds that link us across generations. But judging by all the reviews I've read, critics see it as a story of Good Julia/Bad Julia. I think most of us would suffer in comparison to beloved cultural icons.
It's funny. I, too, haven't seen the movie yet but I intend to. The trailers were enough for me to reflect on having had Julia Child in my life just as a student over the television. She encouraged me at the age of twenty three to go out and buy her book and tackle French cooking a' la Julia. I obediently learned stocks and sauces and how to bone a lamb or roll pastry between layers of butter for home made croissants. Nothing was impossible with Julia looking over my shoulder in my imagination. She taught me fearlessness in the kitchen. I still can't begin a great meal without a "Bon Appetit". So, I don't know about Julie but I do know I will love seeing anything that honors Julia.
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It is funny how perceptions differ...I never had the chance to know Julia save through her books and tv shows...bu t I too feel she influenced me...I am not a food professional but I am one hell of a cook! I've had 62 years to hone my skills and no one is dead yet--so I have been relatively sucessful.
But there seems to be a snobbery and an us versus them attitude centering on this movie. I have read the blog and the book Julie and Julia--I have read almost all of the biographies and major magazine articles on Julia and of course I have seen the early TV Shows with Julia herself.
Really it doesn't matter whether Julia liked Julie in fact, there is a certain honesty about the fact that it didn't play out like some cheesy fairy tale. --Julie got top billing because a generation after Julia wrote a masterpiece cookbook Julie slogged through unfamiliar recipes and techniques and reintroduced America to Julia Child. She moaned, complained and kept going just to prove a point--she learned more about herself and finally stuck with something and completed it.
Go see the Movie--it is entertainment--you still won't like Julie--although there are many times I have felt like rolling up on the floor in a fetal position. You will like Paris and Meryl Streep.
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