I always wondered what lay behind Child's trilling voice and towering figure--now I feel I know. I almost had to remind myself, at the film's conclusion, that the real Child did not look like Streep. Whenever her chameleon skills are on display, the movie sings.
But I found Adams' "Julie" of Queens lacking. I was not compelled by her story, when contrasted with Child's tale, and I fault the script and Adams' natural onscreen warmth (which seemed at odds with the character's supposed witchy-ness, with a "b").
But much is forgiven, if for no other reason than the sheer joy with which Streep throws herself into the performance...that, plus seeing the food that Child loved, and watching the sheer joy of those lucky enough to consume it.