Friday 4 October 2013

Blue Jasmine (2013)



It was hard not to have high expectations of Blue Jasmine: the reviews have been almost unanimously positive, particularly of Cate Blanchett's performance as the deranged and dynamic lady at the core of Woody Allen's latest offering. It's true, she is excellent. She manages to be the one thing it should have been impossible for her to be: wholly unattractive. Her Jasmine is a refugee from Wall Street's upper class, desperately seeking solace at her sister's humbler home in San Francisco. But her problems swell frighteningly beyond the financial. She is a Manhattan matriarch composed entirely of artifice and beneath the cracking surface lies a mad and embittered psyche. And Allen's camera is besotted with its subject's disintegration - it closes in on Jasmine's shaking, perspiring form as she rattles her diminishing bottle of Xanax. This is a film that sweats.

In A World... (2013)



When I went to see this film the cinema had overbooked the screening and left me sitting on a hard bar-stool at the back, holding a beer and a grudge against the girl at the till. It was not the best start to the evening so my expectations of In A World... were suitably corrupted: I had a feeling it was going to be a disappointment. What a joy it was to be proven wrong.