Blue Jasmine (2013)


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Woody Allen’s yearly appointment takes the form of a Cate Blanchett-driven study of a woman dancing on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Jasmine (Blanchett) finds refuge at her sister Ginger’s (Sally Hawkins) apartment after her husband Hal (Alec Baldwin) committed suicide. The latter, also a notorious philanderer, was arrested by the FBI for fraudulent business dealings and his demise left Jasmine with apparently nothing to her name. She tries to build a new life for herself but her attempts are awkward at best, hindered by her stubborn refusal to let go of the past.

Blue Jasmine is more Interiors (1978) than Annie Hall (1977). It is an odyssey inside the psyche of a woman who spent her entire life becoming a fabricated image of herself, only to see it crumbling all around her when her husband’s misdemeanors caught up with him. It pushes all the right buttons, especially in the cunning use of flashbacks that mirror Jasmine’s splintered self. However, despite this, and despite Ms Blanchett’s commendable performance, the film somehow fails to engage emotionally. At the end of the day it comes across as neurosis-by-numbers.

Just like Jasmine, beautiful on the outside but rather empty on the inside.



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