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“American Hustle” (2013) was rolling up on the two-hour mark. I was getting fidgety. Forty-eight-year-old derrieres can only sit for so long. There seemed to be no payoff. The characters were interesting, but the story was bleak. Con-man films work best when there’s someone to root for. The only person I liked was Jeremy Renner’s corrupt New Jersey mayor, and his role was fourth-billed. (Truthfully, I was also rooting for the wardrobe director, who reminded me of my horny 1979 teens with Amy Adams’ spectacularly low-cut blouses.) But then, wow. Not the best movie of 2013, but worth the wait.

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.)