Well, Mister MRP has just temporarily left the building (or perhaps fled because I was relentlessly reading out loud to him funny bits from the July/August issue of The Atlantic), so I’ll just share with you this utterly perfect description of Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci as Julia and Paul Child in the flick, “Julie and Julia.” It’s from the article “Our Houses, Our Selves” by Sandra Tsing Loh:
“But it’s not just books,” I persist. “Look at today’s movies. First, wait, oh my God, Meryl Streep is in every single movie now! It’s all Meryl, all the time! What does that mean?” . . . Even when she’s married, she isn’t really married. After all, which of us perimenopausal addicts of Streep soft porn didn’t enjoy Stanley Tucci’s portrayal of Paul Child, doe-eyed and dapper, with his vague and non-taxing Parisian diplomat job, hovering reverently like a gymnast below La Streep, catching her hand, lifting her, supporting her—not so much husband as deft pixie.