I have to preface this review with the fact that I had finished Julie Powell's book a mere day before I plunked down the cash to see Hollywood's version . . . and I wasn't surprised in my disappointment.The entire time I was reading the book and seeing the movie commercial, I could tell there was going to be a problem. Basically the movie lacked BITE! Gone was everything that made me relate to Julie . . . her humor, her real angst, her booming biological clock. What was left on screen was a flat, boring ...almost Pollyanna who, mind you, faced a slump. I'm not knocking the Amy Adams, the fault lies with the screenplay.
At the end, I found myself wishing for more scenes about Julia ...actually wishing the entire movie was focused on Julia's life. . . which is sad because I think the book was wonderful in its own way.
Oh and can filmmakers please stop with the insanely stupid Texas accents. Do any of y'all find them find them the least bit annoying if not insulting?
