Guaranteed, it will make you blue. Give me a color deeper - navy, it will leave you navy. Blue Jasmine is equally sad as Blue Valentine (2010), by which there is no resolve, no happy ending, naturally leaving you hallow and almost, immobile. The thing is, it wasn't only pity that left Russovoir heavy in sympathy; it was also antipathy for the situation that Russovoir doesn't wish for any woman to be in.
While there are women who knowingly pursue such convenient life, there are also those who are destined, lucky enough to hit the pinata on first try, saving further strikes, and while basking in the fortune the pinata knew will sweeten their appetites. The film critically exposes a woman who holds a Hermes Birkin but not a degree, that which gives the bag more value. Hardly Grace Kelly can teach her anything.
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| "I wanted you to want me and now you do." |
It is a full-scale depressing film, but you can't evoke depression without impeccable performance. Cate Blanchett, far out, 'good actress' doesn't cut it anymore; 'sterling' is a piece of the adjective puzzle of what Blanchett is on the back of the box and yet we enjoy the process of eventually knowing. Well in this case, Russovoir, because for such performance, hoped it to be a cougar in recovery, something inspiring and forgiving because what she's been through there should be a God to lighten the burden. But sadly no. Director Woody Allen snapped the character so well and so much that it felt like the movie screen suddenly cracked at the end, spurring the broken pieces flying to one's eyes - hurting, spineless, inconsolable.
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