You always say you don’t see many movies but still, you seem to have seen every one of them’ commented my husband. ‘Yes I used to see all the movies in my younger years that came on television and besides this, we have always been blessed to stay in houses which had cinema halls just within walking distance. Living in a joint family with uncles and aunts was an additional privilege too.
The good old days are gone. Never mind, we now have theatres in every house. The fifty-five-inch screens and the Netflix, accentuated by home theatre systems suffice for the theatres. Soon I too disappeared into my phone, tablet and the next smart thing, all too tempting to disengage.
Google's recommendation to watch ten movies before Netflix decided to remove them drew my attention to a classic. It was a recommendation also once from my sister, by name it was a woman-oriented movie and not one but two women and lastly, it appeared in the comedy section. I was all eyes and ears to ‘Julie and Julia’.
After two and a half hours of movie-length that I finished in three days, I could imagine how Julie must have felt like an employee, as an entrepreneur, as a cook, as a wife, and as an author. It was all too hilarious with the lobster trying to peep out, Julie so down on the kitchen floor expressing herself, her excitement at the museum, and her gift to Julia’s poster on her success.
Julie Powell, the writer who chronicled her way through the recipes of Julia Child's 'Mastering the Art of French Cooking' to a popular blog and later a biopic, passed away at the age of 49 on 26 October 2022.
R.I.P. Julie Powell
It is for all the Julie’s of today, I say may you find a Julia. After all, we stand tall on the shoulders of our previous generation to look beyond and have a clear view.
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