Woody Allen used to make funny films. Blue Jasmine is billed as a comedy, but if there was anything funny in it, I didn't stick around long enough to find out. After 5 minutes of neurotic whining, I pulled the plug. Maybe Allen believes that kvetching is amusing. And maybe it is to a certain subset of viewers, but probably not to viewers with roots in the vast, non-neurotic hinterland that lies between San Francisco and Manhattan. I'm one of those viewers, and despite the "sophistication" that I acquired in many decades of big-city living, I still fail to find humor in kvetching. I have given Woody Allen one chance too many. Never again.
Review of Blue Jasmine
