Julie & Julia: See it for the Paris porn and the food porn

Last night's premiere of "Julie & Julia," which opens Aug. 7, was a little disappointing: There was no party, since the "real" premiere is in N.Y. on Thursday. "We hope you'll all be really hungry by the end of the movie," said Nora Ephron before the film started, and yes, we were, but what were we supposed to do about it? It's not like we could ask other attendees like Susan Feniger and Alain Giraud to get out of their seats and whip something up for us. So instead, it was a trip to my beloved Falafel King afterwards. Oh well.
So, what about the film? It's pretty much of a mess as a movie, with an uneven screenplay, some awkward performances (particularly by blogger Julie Powell's husband) and the central problem that every other reviewer has noted -- the fact that Meryl Streep and Julia Child are a lot more interesting than a food blogger. Yes, much as it pains me to note it, watching a cute but largely unremarkable young woman type words on a screen does not a riveting movie make. So much for "EatingLA: The Movie"!
"Julie & Julia" is still worth seeing though, mainly for the scenes where Julia Child starts her cooking career at Le Cordon Bleu, shops at dead charming boulangeries, chats with Simone Beck while outfitting her copper-bottomed batterie de cuisine, perfects her mayonnaise and sports an impressive array of printed rayon shirtwaists and vintage wedgies.
So go anyway, but you'll probably want to leave the non-Julia worshippers at home.

Here's an interview with Ephron, Streep and Amy Adams from Mattbites and one from FoodGPS.
Tidbit: Ephron reads Chowhound and Serious Eats -- that's kind of cool.