Woody Allen‘s recent movies have ranged from unforgettable (Midnight In Paris) to forgettable (Whatever Works) to juss plain forgotten (had zero recollection as to what You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger was about). And his latest – Blue Jasmine? As a whole, it’s neither of the three, but of course you should see it, cause it’s a Woody Allen movie, but anyone who does see it will never EVER forget the performance that Cate Blanchett hands in as the title blue-stress. Oh man, the screen burns with every fiery ember of Cate as Jasmine and her smoldering at-the-ready Chernobyl-level meltdowns. HOT HOT HOT!!! She’s a woman scorned, broken, battered, but trying to bounce back. Will the world let her, or will she burn herself down into pile of alcohol-soaked black ashes? We’re rooting for her at every (mis)step she takes, even though she’s one of the least rootable characters of 2013. GO JASMINE!!
So how did Jassy Jasmine bottom out to such a low match point? She turned a blind eye to husband Alec Baldwin‘s madoff-ing with other people’s monies & philandering all over New York, and before it was too late to open her eyes, she lost everything. Now she’s begging at the door of Sally Hawkins, her adopted sister who Jasmine could give three sh$ts about. But times are tough and any family is family when yer down and out and now in San Francisco (new Woody locale, yeah!!). Hawkins has enuff stuff on her own plate, like trying to feed two kids she sired with ex-husband Andrew Dice Clay (not playing for nursery rhyme laughs, and it works!), and a non-stop yapping greasy new beau in the form of Bobby Cannavale (although his yawk-y character doesn’t seem like the kinda guy who’d be living in the Bay Area). Of course Jasmine complicates matters for all parties involved, as anything she (or Woody) touches turns into instant-neuroticism. Things eventually do get better between the sisters, and then they each meet a dashing new man – Jasmine + Peter Sarsgaard and Hawkins + Louis CK, but the likelihood of the forecast staying perma-sunny in a ‘blue’ movie is about the same as the chances that dentist Michael Stuhlbarg or dopey mustachio Max Casella have of scoring with Cate Blanchett
Wowsers Cate Blanchett!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you the best actress alive? Dare we say possibly even bester than the grrrrrrrrrrrrrreat Meryl Streep? Time will tell for some, but we may be ready to make and stick by such a bold claim. Streep of course coulda played a perfect Jasmine, and has even worked with Woody before, but I just don’t see a Streep Jasmine giving me movie memory neurosis for time eternal. Burn baby burn!
Verdictgo: Jeepers MOS DEF Worth A Peepers
Blue is golden currently in NY & LA, and elsewhere elsewhen
and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…