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.
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.