Well, let’s make a confession right as I start – I am kind of new to Woody Allen. Yes, how-much-so-ever uninitiated - illiterate if
you would - this may sound. In fact, to confess, I had only watched “Annie
Hall”, “Love and Death” and “Everything you wanted to...” before
this. I did like all of them, but of course for what they were due for – that queer
sense of humour, that slapstick humour, that oblivious not-that-I-care-much-for-you-but-can-we-still-sleep
kind of weird humour. Humour, if at all!
Among those, I was stupid enough to form a vague guess
about Allen and his film-making orientation, style and restrictions,
particularly around the subjects he covered and stories that he chose to tell.
This, Blue Jasmine, my fourth of his, changed that. And
how!
