If I wanted to get into an issue here, I’d point out that what this movie is really about is not coq au vin, but the preservation of heteronormative patriarchal marriage. To wit: When the wives of busy hommes d’affaires turn restless, find a way to convince them that domestic chores are not drudgery, but art, and they’ll not only get back in line, they’ll smile and thank you for your support. A sort of false consciousness de la cuisine. Or we could do the historical materialist angle, and point out that Julia takes up cooking because she can (because she has money), and Julie because she must (because she needs it). Meanwhile, though, I have to admit to having been quite charmed by Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci.