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As enjoyable as it is inconsequential, To Rome With Love could perhaps have done with a second draft of the script, but Woody Allen turns out a pleasant and enjoyable piece of fluff.
The script cuts between four unconnected stories; an office worker who suddenly becomes a celebrity for no discernible reason; an architecture student who finds himself attracted to his girlfriend's actress friend; a young couple whose honeymoon turns into a farce involving a burglar and a prostitute; and an American Opera director who thinks he may have found his next big star - although there is one small but potentially serious catch.
The script has some of the problems that Woody Allen films all seem to have to some extent nowadays. The characters are two dimensional, and half of them are the standard issue American middle class liberal intellectuals, while the script feels under thought out and overwritten at times. However, with the stories being so slight, Allen is probably right not to try and stretch any of them further than he does.
The segments do all have differing styles, from farce to surreal comedy to more standard Allen territory of neurotic white men worrying about relationships, the contrast helping to keep things fresh. The best story is the one starring Allen himself as an Opera director visiting his daughter and her fiancée in Rome. The fiancée's father has the sort of tenor voice that should be on the stage - but he seems to have trouble performing outside of the privacy of his shower. The payoff to this takes the film into the kind of magical realism that Allen touches on every now and then, and as long as you can buy into it, it is hilarious.
As usual Allen seems to be able to scare up A-List celebrities at will, with regulars such Alec Baldwin, Penelope Cruz and Judy Davis, as well as Jesse Eisenberg trying out his Woody Allen impression.
The film looks great too, with Allen taking great care to show Rome off in a very flattering light.
A certain amount
of delusion can be a perfectly good coping mechanism for the difficulties of
life – but what if that delusion completely takes over your view of
reality?Moreover, what if it starts to
impact on other people, especially your family? It is these sorts of questions
that lie at the heart of Blue Jasmine, a surprising, funny and, at times,
brutal character study, written and directed by Woody Allen.
Cate Blanchett
plays Jasmine, a former Manhattan socialite whose world collapses around her when
her millionaire businessman husband is jailed for a massive Bernie Madoff style
programme of fraud, taking all of her money, possessions and identity down with
him. Forced to move to San Francisco to live with her sister, Ginger, Jasmine
tries to put her life back together piece by piece, while swilling back vodka
and pills. Will she find the right man to help her get things back on track -
or is it time to learn how to count on herself to survive?
There are some
familiar Woody Allen themes in Blue Jasmine, such as adultery and madness, but
also some unexpected elements. The first thing that I found surprising about
Blue Jasmine is the ferocious energy, a welcome change of pace after the rather
laid back, rambling films Allen has been making recently, an energy that mostly
flows from the performance of Cate Blanchett.
There is also a
change of tone from recent work, giving the second surprise, namely, what a
harsh film this is. The harshness comes from the situations in which Jasmine
finds herself, and granted, some are of her own making, but others are a result
of bad luck, a wise choice on Allen’s part, that helps engender some sympathy
with a character that could otherwise become unbearable.He also sensibly balances the intensity of
the drama with flashes of humour, and not from the traditional Woody Allen one
liner (don’t get me wrong, he still writes good ones), but more through the
juxtaposition of Jasmine and her deluded world view, with that of those around
her, or with the reality of a situation.
The third,
equally welcome surprise is the characterisation. Too often of late, characters
in Woody Allen films seem two dimensional, unreal, and uninspired people, who
simply exist to spout dialogue. This is less of a hindrance in a comedy film if
the jokes and situations are good enough to pick up the slack, which is why
Midnight in Paris worked as well as it did. However, much as I liked Midnight
in Paris, the characters were the US equivalents of the sort of god-awful bores
you expect from a Richard Curtis script. For a serious, believable drama
though, you need a believable lead character, especially if the film revolves
around this character, and Allen has delivered it in Jasmine.
The
aforementioned ferocious energy in the film largely originates in Cate
Blanchett's performance. She throws herself into the role and, with a
refreshing lack of vanity for a Hollywood star, is not afraid to show herself
in an unflattering light physically, with a haggard looking face and sweat
stains under her arms.
As usual, Allen
assembles a strong and varied supporting cast; Alec Baldwin delivers another
memorable turn as Hal, Jasmine’s greedy slime ball husband, although
admittedly, this kind of role is nothing new to him. More surprising is a brief
but memorable appearance from Andrew Dice Clay as Ginger’s ex-husband, so far
removed from his brash obnoxious stand up persona. Clay brings a convincing
humbleness to a character understandably aggrieved as he has to watch his one
chance as financial independence gets flushed down the toilet, (along with,
shortly afterwards, his marriage), thanks to Hal and his fraudulent activities.
For a change,
there is no "Woody Allen" character, in other words, an actor doing,
to a greater or lesser extent, a Woody Allen impression, something that usually
occurs in a film of his in which he is not appearing. Sometimes this can be the
lead, such as Owen Wilson in Midnight in Paris, or a supporting character such
as Will Ferrell in Melinda and Melinda. Louis CK, who has a brief role as a
slightly nerdy man who has an affair with Ginger, comes close, but lacks the
neurotic ticks and speech patterns.
In the final few
minutes, we get an unexpected twist, one that adds a further layer of
complication to Jasmine’s situation, but one perfectly in keeping with her
immaturity and self-destructiveness. Avoiding a happy ending, which would not
have rung true, Allen wisely lets the film conclude in a downbeat manner, and
shows that when he cares, and when the story and characters are engaging
enough, he can still be a distinctive, funny and interesting filmmaker.