I love De Palma's personal handling of the camera like we're not allowed to see as in the beginning where we're watching a movie at Jack's work. But although the movie starts very intriguing and exciting the story goes into free fall and some decisions (so the movie works) are just sloppy, like that regretful ending. Nothing here unless the soundtrack can be compared to "The Conversation" by Coppola.
Decent but disappointing compared to De Palmas other well known mystery thriller Dressed to Kill, released one year before. This in someway makes it a typical De Palma film for me: It seems to have everything that should have the same punch as the couple of great ones he made, but in the end just delivers a nudge.
As much as it pains me I have to agree with Tarantino. In the Scorsese/Coppola pack of directors, De Palma stands much taller than the rest. The film is about a sound editor, so it should be no shock that the sound in the film is nothing but flawless. I particularly loved the scene where Jack was recreating the crime in his head.. nothing like sinking your teeth into some De Palma. And who knew Travolta could act?!
Not De Palma's best, a little dated here and there and Allen's character annoyed the hell out of me, but a good and very entertaining thriller. Fairly reminiscent of earlier work at points, which was nice to see, and Travolta is good here. Nothing special, but a fun conspiracy story. 3.5/5
Pretty good but not top-tier DeP IMO. The political subtext as cheap as it is overstated, and it's hard to imagine a more icky reflection of patriarchal condescension than Allen's infantilized Kewpie doll sexpot. It's the analog tech fetishism that saves the film. Anticipates late Fincher in its concern with mastering information on both a narrative and a visual level.
At first glance simply a stylish and lightweight homage to Antonioni's "Blow-Up", but at the end one feels more imbued with the heavy, paranoid and futile post-'Nam and Watergate atmosphere of Coppola's "The Conversation" and "The Parallax View" than anything else.
One of the towering pictures of New Hollywood cinema -- and although it may have come after the conclusion of that fabled era, it still exemplifies (perfects, actually) the personalized vision, technical mastery, and periodically nihilist worldview held by it. Killer entertainment.
This is better than Carrie, The Untouchables, and Scarface, and you've probably never seen it. Which is why you should see it, and then make your friends see it. Blow Out is as suspenseful as thrillers get. It's a beautiful, tense, and important film. It's De Palma's best, and it's got tons of weird formal flourishes to prove that it's the best he can do, too.