Julie and Julia and Schizophrenia

Last night I watched Julie & Julia. For those who don't watch TV or use the Internet (congrats on finding my page!!) this movie stars the old Meryl Streep and the usually cute Amy Adams in a movie about a woman who is so sad in her life that she decides to cook through a cookbook in a year. Let us start this review: The Good-this movie is pretty funny at points.
The Bad: This movie is depressing. For those of you who wanted to cry/kill yourself at the beginning of Up, don't watch this movie alone. Basically, you get to see the lighthearted life of Julia Child and her husband (played by the wonderful Stanley Tucci) in France and other whereabouts while, in 2002, Julie takes phone calls about 9/11 tragedies by day and cooks to forget her problems (and marriage) by night. There is no tension in this movie, bad things stay bad and good things stay good. There is no change and no excitement. Julie continuously comments on how she feels Julia's presence and how she feels that Julia is with her. Somehow no one realizes how insane his sounds when a woman in her 30s has an imaginary friend that exists in real life. The movie's ending is awful. You find out that Julia Child hates Julie's blog (that's right, crazy depressed woman has a blog) and then the epilogue scripts roll. Let me tell you, as a fan of the "here's what happened to this person afterwards" ending, this sucked. I was even more depressed when the first things that show up are the death days of the Child coupe and then that crazy botch is a writer and still lives in the area she hates. Great. I am not usually one to use words longer than a couple syllables, mostly because they are hard o pronounce when drunk, but this movie had no denouement. The little buildup that occurred in this movie was let down with no warning and none of the conflicts were resolved. i guess my biggest problem with this movie is that it displays the interaction of an interesting life with a realistic one. That makes it sad.