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7Jan12
Great rewiew...
A delicious film to look at but frankly all the existential and surreal touches hammer to death by the Swinging London context were overplayed and undercooked at the same time. I found Hemmings performance hypnotic when he was not talking.
Fashionable pessimism to the nth degree.Ennui in a tight suit,existential undertones,self-discovery,and subtle narrative. Made for mainstream audiences to feel like intellectuals, to pick apart and attach to various meanings. This film is good, great actually, but Antonioni could have done far, far better when working with what he was, and I disdain the fashionable London-in-the-60's context to rely and fall back on.
three fourths into the film I was scanning the obscure backgrounds for other murders.
A difficult film to grasp, the kind that arrived nowhere veeery slowly. Confusing and disjointed, no atmosphere or ambiance. And I have absolutely no emotional attachment to the protagonist. I was never involved enough in it to actually care. To me, this film remains shallow and unsatisfying. Whatever impact this film had on the positive audience does not apply on me.
Interesting. Not sure if it's my favorite Antonioni, but I enjoyed it. What a lame review I'm giving.
Really unlikable boorish main character , really slow and uneven pace, absolutely no explanation or resolution for the main problem, ah I don't know what to say. There are some beautiful shots like the park scene, the veruschka photoshoot act but I just don't know. I kept browsing my internet the entire time I was watching this to be honest.
I first saw this movie when I was a kid, maybe 13. I'd been shooting since I could thieve my dad's camera (a box brownie) and afford film. Hemming's character is not at all sympathetic but the potential that living the life of a photographer held seemed amazing. I was inspired to start my own photography business by this film, and although it doesn't pay the bills, it's still a way to express my creativity.
A friend of mine popped this movie in one night. I wasn't quite prepared, as this was my first Antonioni experience and I knew nothing of the man. As with my first Bergman viewing, I had nothing to compare it to. I had to chew on it for a few days, and, of course, it nagged at me growing into an inexplicable affection. L'Avventura and Red Desert followed, sealing Antonioni as one of my favorites.
my least favorite Antonioni: too much about the boredom it becomes boring, but I think M.A. was just trying to do Hitchcock, his way. I felt restless watching this and very, very hot. the atmosphere of a thriller without the satisfaction of a tingling release. I did not relate to all the bony frames in the movie & the main character's obvious contempt for women.
While watching it I felt as if the director had no idea what he was doing. However once it ended I felt as if something profound had happened to me. I'll still have to think this one over but as of right now I'm gonna give it 4/5.
I'm going to have to revisit this sometime within this or next year. An interesting observation on a time, setting, and place. To me, it's a film about the failures of youth and the misconceptions of art and the artist.
http://sudiptopondering.blogspot.com/2011/07/blowup-how-close-can-you-get-to-subject.html - Would have posted as a review, but it's full of screenshots and videos (which I don't know to embed in MUBI). :|
The only Antonioni film I feel positively excited about! (I like The Passenger, though in a distant way.) The way it subverts cinematic language is excellent - the extreme close up makes the object disintegrate, and the reaction shot misleads.
The scene in which Antonioni creates suspense by way of Hemmings hanging up and examining photos is unreal. It's unlikely, and so eerie, which only makes it more unlikely.
Antonioni at the peak of his powers. The closing metaphor is a bit heavyhanded but whatever.
Admittedly I did fall asleep around the 30 minute mark. But then I woke up, rewound, and watched the rest, which I enjoyed. I 'get' it, most of it anyway. Hemmings is perhaps the most bored, distracted protagonist I've ever seen, but it is interesting to watch rather than banal, and that's not just because of his sweet jacket and boyish good looks.
It seeps boredom which was extremely intereszing to watch. Also, there was some breathtaking imagery, esp in tHe first and last part. Tehnically flawless, it failed to engage me emotionally although I would arge that emotional entanglement is neither what the film's about nor what the direcor wanted to create in the viewer. What I hated, though and what ruined the experience for me, is the omnipresent sexism.