Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

Julie and Julia

Lately several people have asked me for my review of Julie and Julia. Actually, that’s completely untrue. Nobody’s asked, which is why I’m dying to tell you and get it out of my system. (Incidentally, why is it that people never ask you about the things that you really want to talk about? Why do we find ourselves discussing the weather 82 times per day?)

Since I’ve heard some disparaging reviews of Julie and Julia, I’m going to attempt to tell you why I loved it and why you should too. Just watching the trailer again left me in a tearful mess, so prepare yourselves.

Perhaps it’s because I’m still a newlywed, or maybe I’m just a sap, but I loved the relationships between the leading ladies and their husbands. It was so refreshing to see a movie where nobody’s secretly dating anyone else or daydreaming about ex-somebodies, but both spouses are genuinely in love and aching for each other in the beautiful give-and-take that a good marriage is.  Julie was intense, and some might even say too much so, but I could so identify with her yearning for something more out of her life, and clinging to this project with a fierceness that feels forced, but only because it comes from such an indescribable place. I’m intense. I know this. I can be hard to live with, hard to calm down, hard to understand, even for myself. But I have a husband who believes in me, who without fail will assure me, as Eric did Julie, that I am a writer, and he is kind and strong and loving in all the ways that I need him to be. I’m the emotional one, the one who has meltdowns because something spills or one too many bottle caps are found beneath couch cushions, but he still loves me, flaws and all.  I loved how Eric calls Julie, pretending to be a client and when asked what his claim is, replies: “Too much food, not enough sex.” It’s an honest, manly, hilarious moment that makes me ashamed of all the times that I’ve responded to the boyish humor of my husband with a Julie-like, prim answer: “That’s not funny.” He replies, “It’s kind of funny,” and Julie can’t help but smile and admit it. I love that. Without the unfailing love of these incredible men in our lives, what kind of women would we be?

When Paul tells Julia, “Your book will change the world,” I bawled my eyes out right along with good ol’ Meryl. It’s the greatest gift we can ever receive, to be believed in with such Earth-moving power. Paul and Julia rejoiced in one another’s every success and relished each other’s company in a well-cared for, seasoned marriage. In a generation of desperate housewives and bored, frustrated men, don’t we need this kind of model, to encourage us that love is worth keeping and a marriage is worth protecting?

I also love the idea that “Julia Child wasn’t always Julia Child”. I talk a lot about dreams and hopes and fears on this blog, and sometimes I get caught up in the fears part and forget the rest. I can identify with Julia needing “something to do” and her competitive exuberance.  I understand Julie’s “Cobb Salad lunch” and the dreaded work conversations that leave her wondering why the life of success and personal assistants has left her behind. I love the hope of this movie. I love that it all started with loving to eat and needing a project, and grew into friendships and life goals and unexpected blessings.

This movie made me laugh, made me cry, made me want to try harder and hope fervently and not give up. Also, I think I need a copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking, because I, along with all the other servantless American cooks, dearly love butter.

6 comments found

  1. Funny that you identify so strongly with Julie….I had the same feeling about the two of you throughout the entire movie, even though I’ve not had the chance to get to know you all that well, except through faithful reading of your blogs.

    I, too, am perplexed by the mostly lukewarm responses to this film. I keep telling people that while it’s not typical, i.e., encompassing a protagonist, antagonist, conflict and resolution, it IS an incredibly interesting true story with great characters. I absolutely loved it.

    Just one more thought….if you’re planning on undertaking a similar endeavor, I sure wish you and Adam lived closer! Danny and I would be happy participants in the food critiquing! Descriptions of your muffins always make me hungry! And don’t go out and buy the book – you’ll have a copy soon. Butter IS the best!

  2. First of all… thank you for the comment you left on my blog the other day… you know the one. I love you… and just knowing that you read my blog makes me feel special. <3

    D I love this post… Mostly because of the way you described one piece of your relationship with Mr. Nichols. I love that you know and love that you have a cheerleader in him. Sometimes, I struggle with Rob's constantly positive attitutude toward me. Isn't that ridiculous?! However, I know I have a sister in you when I say that sometimes we just need to be in a funk… but here come our adorable cheerleaders, pumping us up and trying to get us to believe in ourselves just as much as they believe in us. It's hard to stay in a funk when you have a man like that in your life. But, I am sure you agree with me when I say that I wouldn't want it any other way. (Does all of this make sense to you?) Anyway, this was just the little reminder that I needed to be grateful of all that…

  3. I too loved the movie. The American public has horrible taste in most things, though, so I don’t worry too much about it. I arrogantly think there are many things they don’t get. Ha!

    I just wanted to pause and encourage you in your writing journey. How terrifying it is, I know! I was just praying about it this morning. Lamenting to God that writing was presenting my very being to people and it felt all too vulnerable and uncomfortable and I’d rather not, but I sort of have too.

    Sometimes it’s hard to be Julie when you’re striving to be Julia. But there is something beautiful and heart wrenching about it all. Something daring and gutsy that most people miss. You know? The possiblity for failure is like butter. It might kills us, but hell, it makes everything taste better.

    Cheesy, a little. True, a lot.

    Sending you lots of good thoughts.

    Whitney

  4. Hi Dani,
    Just wanted to tell you how much I love your writing. I found your page through Huy’s blog and now I’m addicted to reading them!!!

    Keep up the good work! You truly have a talent, and I’ve been blessed by your honest insights.

    Tawnia

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