I tend to like Nora Ephron's movies - seeing a movie through a woman's lens is so rare that even her somewhat predictable heartfeltness (word?) is okay by me. Julie Powell's husband is indeed a saint, I would have gone crazy.
At the end, this film is about finishing what you started. Completion in a fragmented age is more and more difficult - what does completion even mean? Blogs go on forever, movies have sequels, prequels and even squeakwels - ugh. Anyhow, media fragmentation can make completion feel more elusive, and thus more difficult to achieve. Both of these women accomplished something, and not something trivial.
My one nit - they raise the specter of Julia Child not liking what Julie Powell was doing, but then they leave it alone and don't bring it back - quite frustrating. Did anything else happen there?
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