After a screening for awards season voters, I spoke with Bobby Cannavale (who played Chili, the Stanley Kowalski inspired role to Blanchett's Jasmine/Blanche DuBois) and Andrew Dice Clay (who played Jasmine's ex-brother-in-law).
Blue Jasmine, Woody Allen's recent movie, is an arresting and disturbing meditation on the devastating cost of not knowing, of averting the gaze from the blurring, even blinding, blaze of one's reality.
For the most part, I've avoided the psycho killer sub-genre as that would merit its own piece. Instead, I've focused on films that betray mental illness in somewhat subtler, but no less striking, ways.
Last weekend, I went to see Woody Allen's Blue Jasmine featuring Cate Blanchett and I walked out instantly knowing who our next Muse would be. Cate's performance stayed with me for days. It got me thinking about talent, pure, raw talent.
Are we not all "well kept Jasmines" now, at least those of us in the financial elite, looking the other way while our economic system has morphed into a financial system, "lacking a sound economic basis, and without economic virtues?"
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.