Why I hated 'Julie and Julia'

I wasn't eager to see Julie and Julia in the first place. Julie Powell's writing style makes me cringe with its odd combination of forced cutesiness paired with forced toughness. When I first heard that the blog/book had been optioned, the very principal made me hurl, but I'd heard of other blogs never making it beyond a treatment or script. But somehow this one did...
Amy Adams was presented with the impossible task of trying to make Powell appear likable. It didn't work. She comes off needy and demanding as the actual Powell, with an added dollop of insanity.When she talks about wishing she had been in Julia's wedding party or communes with a picture of Child, can anyone not wish someone would just throw a straight jacket on her?
Child comes off better, though strangely impotent. There's lots of talk of her influence on American cooking, but no evidence. There's not even an explanation of how she got her star-making TV show.
The highest recommendations I had heard of the movie revolved around the food styling. I thought it looked plastic-y and unappealing. Even the duck. And even if something had gotten my stomach growling, the Julia Child sex scenes would have put and end to that. I understand they needed to illustrate her wonderful marriage, I just wish it had been with less stomach-turning exposition.
Did the movie bother anyone else as much as it did me?