I finally got around to watching Michelangelo Antonioni’s 1966 film Blow Up. I wasn’t sure what to expect, I guess I figured it would be an art film that might be a bit tedious to get through. However, I was happily surprised by an artistic film a compelling plot. It also documents the swingin' 60s of London with girls in miniskirts, the Yardbirds smash up a guitar, and the photographer played with intensity by Dave Hemmings tools about town in a trendy convertible. Vanessa Redgrave was also impressive as the murder accessory and woman of mystery. There were some interesting uses of sound, and cinematography. I am intrigued enough to want to go back and take a look at his older black and white Italian films alike La Noote, L’Aventurra, and L’Eclisse.
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Ebert's review of this is really good. You should check it out if you haven't already.
Posted by: Eric | February 17, 2009 at 08:40 AM
Thanks Eric I checked it out-informative about the context in which it was received.
Posted by: Patrick McCoy | February 20, 2009 at 04:37 PM