It's the time of year when critics release their lists of the year's best films. It feels like a competitive sport -- or a provocation, which all of these lists are, by nature. As in: "This is my list of the best films. If you don't agree, you're wrong."
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.
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.