This is not the type of movie that I would watch but because it had good ratings and it being a true story I gave it a go. I'm surprised. Isn't the whole story about finding meaning to life? Julie goes the distance to find some value in her life and she identify's Julia as the person who gives her that value. Julie tells the reporter that she practically talks with Julia and that she feels her presence. Finally she thanks Julia for lifting her up from the pit she was in.
I wonder where Julia got her strength to pick her self up and also encourage others who were with her. Then again I also admire the husbands of these two obsessed women who had patience to let them have their high. Julia is portrayed as this perfect image of a human being which I'm wondering if exists at all. Julie's husbands actually spells this out at a point saying that only the Julia in Julies head was perfect but the real Julia who didn't find her blog very amusing might not be. Is human failure a flaw in us or are humans anyway limited beings?
These days we find people being worshiped for their deeds and courageous acts but aren't they also regular humans beings who hold similar characteristics? Julies purpose for life ended when the cook book ended. How are we to find purpose to our entire life? in other words, is their a purpose to our lives or are we just creatures who are destined to just die away?
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