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If you’re under a lot of stress and looking for a movie that will take your cares away for a bit, don’t watch “Blue Jasmine” (2013). Not that it’s a bad movie. Cate Blanchett gets amazingly lost in the role of a Manhattan socialite who gets amazingly lost in her Madoffeqsue husband’s fall from grace. You feel the walls close in on her. But, maybe, close in on you, too. (Note: Half the film takes place in San Francisco, but all the San Franciscans sound as though they’ve never stepped off Staten Island. You’ll have to ignore that little detail.)

You know those movies where people are talking, but they don’t sound like they’re talking, they sound like their reading out loud? “State and Main” (2000) is one of those movies. It’s not a bad movie, per se (Right there. They would say something like “per se” in this movie). When movie people make movies about people making a movie, it’s never quite as funny as the movie people think. The movie promos make a big deal about how it’s “A Film by David Mamet.” He’s made some great movies (“Glengarry Glen Ross”). This is not one of those movies.

Love Alec Baldwin’s bloated middle-aged caricature of a pseudo-profound crazy executive on “30 Rock” and fantasize about him as a younger, sexier caricature of a quasi-profound psycopath mobster? Love Demi Moore’s yummy, timeless cougarosity but can’t remember what she looked like as an equally delicious but less-processed, pre-cougar, flawed beauty? Love James Gandolfini in “The Sopranos” and wonder what Tony would have been like as a lower-ranking goodfella working his way up? All those questions are answered in “The Juror,” a halfway-decent 1996 movie about jury tampering that seems like an adaptation of a John Grisham novel, but isn’t. Enjoy.