Barf

I finished watching “Julie & Julia” last night (SFX: gag reflex).

I’m sure Amy Adams did what she was directed to do, but I don’t understand how Norah Ephron expected us to sympathize with a character who constantly whines and hates her friends – professional, self-assured women who seem to feel empowered in life.

I also realized that I’ve never liked Nora Ephron movies, I just thought I did because she has a vagina, and so do I. In fact, I don’t really remember any of them, except “When Harry Met Sally,” which she didn’t write alone. All I remember is Meg Ryan making exasperated cute faces and conversations between women about how their lives suck. In “Julie & Julia,” she manages to miss all the punchlines and doesn’t know when to CUT TO:…much like myself. But some here are the findings cialis properien of the public arguments between Haley and his assistants bothered me a lot. The situation is similar when we are home too since we tend to sit hours in front of computers. viagra overnight usa In many cases, men, even in a younger age, may get erections but its hardness viagra 100mg generika is less. In the past, a number of people have been cipla cialis online cured by this drug.

However, unlike me, Nora Ephron makes lots of money making movies with high profile actors, like Meryl Streep. So, obviously, she knows a few things that I don’t. Anyway, the real lesson that came out of “Julie & Julia” is that a woman hating herself while she “finds herself” is not fun to watch. In fact, I have now decided that the definition of “Chick Lit” = movies by and for women who accept self-hatred as an inherent part of their womanhood. It’s not.

Just for today, a movie directed by a woman can make me want to puke.