I recently watched Julie and Julia, and there were a few ways that it did not make me feel good, quite the opposite in fact. First, I love(d) Julia Child, and yes, once I had the inspiration to recreate all of her recipes. Cooking the Big J's recipes is probably an excellent way to improve one's cooking skills. J & J, however, informed me of my own lack of originality; I guess that every other foolish woman has that dream, but not the madness, to attempt such a feat.
Even worse, though, was the actual physical nausea that the movie inspired. You may well ask why. I reply, the lack of table manners! Entire speeches were delivered with mouths full of food. The lip smackin' could have put Homer Simpson to shame. Probably the worse scene occured when Julie made crostini for her husband; the poor man was like a hog at the trough. I wanted to throw him a bucket of leftover table scraps.
Did the producers think that the slurping smacking similar-to-bathroom noises added verisimilitude?
This phenomenon caused an otherwise harmless cutesy (def.: lack of substance) movie to be one that should not be watched while eating a meal; and perhaps that isn't polite anyway. If you are going to watch it, I recommend a hit of Dramamine and/or a barf bag.
For those ill-mannered movie actors who lack such basic social graces as eating with closed mouths, I submit a link to Emily Post's table manners for 4 - 7 year olds. http://www.emilypost.com/table-manners/72-table-manners-for-the-four-to-seven-year-old.

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