I have read all the fine reviews of Blue Jasmine. I've seen Midnight in Paris three times. So I couldn't wait to see Woody Allen at his artful best; he's made a grand tragedy! Yes, Cate Blanchett deserves an Oscar.
Maybe the reason I'm wanting to channel my inner Donna Summer is that I've been on a week-long marathon of Orange Is the New Black. It's so thrilling to watch women chew up the scenery and be funny and crazy and silly and insane and wild and tough and every freaking shade a woman can be.
Often, when we envision a damsel in distress we imagine characters like the protagonist of the 1914 silent film serial entitled The Perils of Pauline, Lois Lane hoping to be rescued by Superman, or the beefy Belle Rosen demonstrating her swimming technique in 1972's The Poseidon Adventure.
Serious actors, a few old-school comedians who've reinvented themselves, young beauties and some not-so-young beauties braved the rain and humidity to celebrate the New York premiere
of Woody Allen's film, Blue Jasmine.
After his questionable union with his stepdaughter, I'd abandoned Woody Allen. Not completely, but the once-brilliant auteur creeped me out, so I couldn't give his movies my full attention, respect, or merit.