Now, I've come to the point where I have to say something bad about the movie. After the infamous boeuf-la-bourguignonne disaster, Julie has one of her classic melt-downs. Husband Eric - otherwise a stalwart quasi-saint, stomps off in a huff. This is more than a simple break in character continuity. It is also a deviation from the book - and, in this critic's humble opinion, a gratuitous, manipulative ploy that oonches up the chick-flick quotient by about an order of magnitude. If he didn't leave, how could she miss him so; and how could they reconcile? But I won't let that one flaw spoil for me an otherwise quite charming adventure. Let's just be charitable and think of it as Nora's version of a Navajo humility mark.
* Evidently that's because the two main characters are women, unlike Toy Story, where they're - oh, never mind; bad comparison. But there's also love (the mooshy kind), men who are (mostly) devoted husbands, and a noticeable absence of things (other than the occasional lobster pot) that go BOOM.
** Speaking of music: another type of interleaving occurs between the story and the background music chosen at certain critical moments. Putting the Talking Heads' "Psycho Killer" up against the event where Julie has to dissect a live lobster is nothing short of brilliant.
*** "Cleaving: A Story Of Marriage, Meat, and Obsession"