It's a show-stopping performance from Blanchett, who adds a Bafta to her commendations from the SGA, various critics circles and, of course, the Golden Globes. She an exquisite mess of privilege, neuroses, elegance and grief; it would be a joy to behold if her slow unravelling wasn't so painful in and of itself. Additionally, she's complemented brilliantly, with Sally Hawkins also garnering an Oscar nomination as her less well-off, but far happier sister. Alec Baldwin is perfectly slimy as Jasmine's ex in flashbacks that show the death throes of their marriage whilst Bobby Cannavale, Andrew Dice Clay, Louis C.K, Peter Skarsgaard and Michael Stuhlbarg are all great in supporting roles.
Even when the plot appears to be flagging, subplots feel unnecessary, or characterisations edge towards too overblown, it's all hemmed in by the exemplary cast. Indeed, they arguably lift Blue Jasmine from being a fine but unremarkable Woody Allen piece, to something considerably better than (especially in recent years) average. That is, one would imagine, exactly what Woody had in mind when he decided to reconstitute Williams' play for the modern world and boy, did that work out. Blanchett knocks it out of the park.