Blow-up (1966)
I've probably watched
Blow-up 4 or 5 times since first seeing it in 1966. I'm still as mesmerized by it's haunting atmosphere as I was in 1966. Directed by the great
M. Antonioni, and starring
David Hemmings,
Vanessa Redgrave, and
Sarah Miles, it may have been the first counter-cultural film-- certainly one to get such very high praise and award nominations.
Antonioni crafts a moody but edgy feel that permeates the entire film. The park scenes in particular, with no dialogue, and continuous wind driven rustling of the trees, invoke such an atmospheric quality that the experience stayed with me for months after first viewing the film in 1966.
Antonioni's film is a masterpiece. He was able to create a consuming mood that few others besides Coppola's
The Conversation have been able to do.
The picture came out at the perfect point in time, which reflected both the youthful "Turn on, tune in, drop out" sentiment along with a nod to the Brit swinging '60s mentality.
It portrayed a slice of time in the life of a bored existential hip photographer whose routine was briefly interrupted and heightened by his accidental discovery of an hidden murder that resulted the theft of his equipment and library, only to return him back to his unrewarding life.
It was not a murder mystery, but a very absorbing reflection on the age old questions of who are we, and why are we here.
Blow-up shows its influence in dozens of films, and you can be sure it is still deeply studied in film schools.
Doc's rating: 10/10