It’s as though Cate Blanchett was born to be in a Woody Allen film. If the film rolled on for several more hours, my eyes would still be glued to Cate – she was THAT brilliant. Woody Allen has written an entertaining tale of Jasmine (nee Janette), a once wealthy socialite, who suffers a sudden reversal of fortune and is left with nothing but her Louis Vuitton luggage and a long-suffering, working-class sister in San Francisco, whom she is forced to live with. Quite the stark comedown from her previous life, Cate takes us on the emotional roller-coaster ride that is the delusional Jasmine – a Xanax popping Park Ave princess who will not let go of a privileged bygone era. The movie is interweaved with glamorous scenes from this opulent past, captured in luxurious locales. Alec Baldwin is also fabulous as Hal, her husband; a wealthy smooth-talking, crooked businessman who sweeps Jasmine off her feet and showers her with expensive jewellery. But as always, things are not as they appear.