Marshall & Julie: Day 2

29 07 2010

Just another brief explanatory note that I left out in the first post: I am not writing these posts in real-time.  That is, these posts were written quite some time ago; I am not writing them day by day.  I am finished with “Julie & Julia” the book and have finished writing all the posts.

So that might clear up some illusions that you might have.

Day 2: “Joy of Cooking” / “Joy of Moviegoing”

Julie spent this chapter juxtaposing her discovery of cooking to her discovery of sex and pornography. I figured that last word might draw in some eyeballs just wandering across the page. Unfortunately, I will not be speaking of anything pornographic here, so my apologies if I can’t offer something as titillating as the first sentence promised.

Anyways, the purpose of interlacing her discoveries was to show how sinful she found both of them to be. While most don’t need an explanation as to how a book filled with graphic depictions of sexual positions might be sinful, perhaps a further explanation of how cooking can be such an act of iniquity. Julie learned about sex when she was 12 through furtively reading “The Joy of Sex,” an erotic treasure-trove she found among her parent’s possessions. While she was absorbing all the ribald information in that book, her mother introduced her to Julia Child’s “Mastering the Art of French Cooking.” Although this book was much less lewd, Julie found it tantalizing in a different sort of way. Her fantasies of making sweet love to Jason Bateman soon were replaced with visions of cooking something for him. Thus, a fascination with the culinary began (thankfully not with the risqué, because I might not have stumbled across her blog if it had fallen under the “over 18” category).

I don’t have any amusing or steamy story to tell alongside with my discovery of movies; in fact, I don’t even have a story about realizing that I was obsessed. Like Henry Hill in “GoodFellas,” it just something that I have known ever since I could remember.

Now, a full paragraph tangent on that last cinematic allusion. Expect plenty of movie references here. It should just be a foregone conclusion. Movies are what I think about all the time, and for me not to mention them in my writing does my mind a disservice by not accurately transposing my thoughts to paper … er, screen. Plenty of quotes and references will pop up like those little purple creatures that are supposed to be moles in Whac-A-Mole. The effect of all this will hopefully reverberate how obsessed I am, highlight movies that deserve to be mentioned, and maybe a few giggles if I am fortunate enough.

So back to the real story now, I honestly cannot remember a time when I was not completely infatuated by movies. As I said in Random Factoid #2:

My first movie in theaters was “Pocahontas” in 1995. I have no memory of it whatsoever, and I’m not sure if I have seen it since. I don’t know anything about the plot other than that it is completely inaccurate in a historical perspective, something every history teacher I have ever had seems to bring up at least once every year.

Movies have just completely dominated my thoughts since I can remember having thoughts. So unlike Julie, I can’t point to a specific point or incident that really made me love movies, nor can I think of a certain movie that sparked my interest in them. To anyone who was really hoping to hear a story about how my obsession began, my sincerest apologies. Blame my faulty memory or blame my parents for introducing me to movies at an age that I cannot retain memories of now.

But if you do want some specifics about my first moviegoing memories, they start in 1997. I remember going to “Cats Don’t Dance,” a fun musical tribute to Hollywood, and loving it. My mind wants to say that we went multiple times, but it cannot say for sure. I also recall going to see a sneak preview of “Hercules” on my dad’s birthday, and I also recollect seeing that lovable loin-cloth laden lass (how do you like that alliteration?!) in “George of the Jungle.” But that’s about all I can muster up out of the annals of my brain at the present time.

Julie concludes the chapter by talking about the power of Boeuf Bourguignon. She describes it as “classic and comfortable, impressive and simple.” It was the first dish Julia Child prepared on her television show, and Julie’s mom made it to impress her father’s boss. My mom has made Beef Bourguignon several times for my family, and I remember it being quite delectable.

So what is the movie equivalent of Boeuf Bourguignon? As I sit and ponder, the most difficult of the characteristics to match is “simple.” Nothing is coming to mind now, but hopefully it will come to me soon. Maybe this will be the movie that I use to tell the person that I care deeply for how I really feel about them. It would be a nice side effect of this project to gain some confidence and swagger in another field of play. I hope the movie, my first real love, wouldn’t feel betrayed though. I’m sure the movie would cheer me on to victory though, as most good friends do.



One response

29 07 2010
Encore Entertainment

Pocahontas is such an odd film. It’s historical inaccuracy is probably a given, and though it’s not a masterpiece it always seems a bit underrated, and yet at times such a missed opportunity.

As I said: odd

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