Why pay $10 for Julie & Julia just to suffer gratuitous insults?
Why pay $10 for Julie & Julia just to suffer gratuitous insults?
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Last night, I went with a friend to see Julie & Julia, a movie that abruptly lost me exactly halfway through. Although it’s a movie that has all the trappings of a good chick-flick, with enough beautifully photographed food to appeal to male foodies too, it contains some calculated insults that should drive all conservatives away from the theater without leaving any money behind.
Where the movie lost me was during a scene in the modern era. Its genesis is the fact that Julie, whose blog is taking off, is expecting a famous food publisher for dinner. The night before the planned dinner she had made Julia’s Boeuf Bourguignon – and then burned it. The next day, she calls in sick to work so that she could remake the time consuming dish. She carefully (and falsely) blogs that she is sick and then blogs later that, miraculously, she is well again, so as to lend an air of verisimilitude to an otherwise unconvincing narrative.
On her return to work the next day, she discovered that her boss has read this false blog entry, and is offended that she’d referred to work and that she’d obviously lied about her health. Then (and I’m quoting from memory here), this bit of dialogue emerges from the bosses mouth: “You’re lucky I’m a nice guy. If I were a Republican, you’d be fired. But I’m not (or I’m trying not to be) a schmuck.” (Half the Marin audience laughed.)
Completely unnecessary.
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