To watch Blue Jasmine was a test of nausea’s limits. Throughout the film I felt compelled to both root for Jasmine and simultaneously anticipate her going further and further into the abyss. How confusing to loathe and love someone who seems both a victim and a perpetrator; it’s simultaneously what’s interesting and horrifying about the film. To watch Blue Jasmine is to watch Blanchett rise up and out of the mediocrity of the film and to carry her own torch among an otherwise dimly lit journey, only to have her character be quickly and repeatedly taken down. It’s almost as if Blanchett suffers Allen’s film, much in the same way as the Jasmine plays is tortured by the other male characters on screen.