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Blue Jasmine
Sony Pictures Classics
Blue Jasmine
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PG-13 (For mature thematic material, language and sexual content)
Directed By
Woody Allen
Run Time
1 hour 38 minutes
Cate Blanchett, Joy Carlin, Richard Conti, Glen Caspillo
Theatre Release
August 23, 2013 by Sony Pictures Classics

In 2009, I was lucky enough to see the great Cate Blanchett (and Gatsby's Joel Edgerton) in the Sydney Theatre Company's production of A Streetcar Named Desire near my home in Brooklyn. Blanchett was Blanche, the washed-up former Southern belle with secrets and delusions of grandeur who flees to her less sophisticated little sister, Stella, and her brawling husband Stanley when she falls on hard times.

Blanche looks down on Stanley: "I guess he's just not the type that goes for jasmine perfume," she says to Stella, pointing out his inadequate taste when contrasted with people of their breeding. But her sense of superiority is her downfall. Truthfully, I don't remember much about the rest of the production, but I remember that Blanchett was exquisite, her Blanche equally beautiful, pitiful, and despicable.

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Woody Allen apparently saw the production, too, because he's just made Blue Jasmine, in which Blanchett stars as Jasmine, a washed-up older sister with a secret who flees from her Park Avenue home after misfortune befalls her due to her unscrupulous husband (Alec Baldwin), cast in the Bernie Madoff mold. She heads to San Francisco to stay with her less sophisticated little sister, Ginger, and her sincere-if-greasy boyfriend. It wasn't billed as an update of Tennessee Williams' classic play, but that's clearly what Blue Jasmine is. Both Blanche and Jasmine are desperate to keep up the appearance of their luxurious former lives; both have been the victims—maybe?—of despicable husbands and weak men; both find their little sisters' choice in men disgusting.

And both have dark, ugly secrets to keep.

Much has been written about Woody Allen's extensive career arc. He's seventy-seven, but he still works more than anyone in Hollywood, writing and directing a film nearly every year—the last year he missed was 1981. Though he's made some formidable dramas—see, for instance, 1989's Crimes and Misdemeanors—he's still best known his canonical comedies, like Annie Hall (1977) and Manhattan (1979). Yet his work of late (from 2005's very dark Match Point to the sublime 2011 Midnight in Paris) seems to imply that the auteur is getting especially reflective in his old age about the punishments the universe doles out when we slip too far into escapist fantasy, be it historical, sexual, or otherwise. And he's being up-front about that in his movies.

Allen himself confirmed this point in a 1995 interview with the Paris Review:

The same things come up time after time [in my work]. They're the things that are on my mind, and one is always feeling for new ways to express them . . . For me, certainly the seductiveness of fantasy and the cruelty of reality.

Like many of Allen's recent protagonists, Jasmine is "blue," indeed, nearly wild with her self-pitying, and obsessed with what she's lost, a point the film underlines by bouncing back and forth between the San Francisco present and the Park Avenue past. That structure gets to feel too mannered after a while, and sometimes it plods. But it means the greatest revelations come as the plot unfolds from its center, something that keeps us as viewers engaged.

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