Feb. 15, 2004 - 5:16 pm
i'm not sure exactly where this one came from. i just remember seeing the cover of it a lot and i know i've heard that it's one of the more important "British" films of the 60s. i had been meaning to pick it up for a while.
it concerns a fashion photographer who is fairly apathetic and brash about most of the events in his life, other than his photography. he cares about the pictures he takes. to everything else, he's quite a jerkoff. a good subtitle to Blowup: "how to be an asshole without really trying." anyway, he takes some photos of some models, and then he strolls into a park and takes some photographs of a couple. the woman chases him down and tries to get the film back from him. he won't give it to her and he instead goes ahead and developes it, greatly enlarging or "blowing up" the size of some of the photographs to get a better perspective of what exactly is going on. he soon realizes that there is some foul play going on in some of the photos and that a man appears to have been killed as he was watching the couple. then he has to try to deal with the murder and what (if anything) he's going to do about it.
it's sort of a pointless film. it shows you a lot of events that don't really go anywhere and a lot of general negativity that doesn't sit extremely well with me. the ending is sort of interesting in its metaphoric nature, but that doesn't redeem the entire film. you end up thinking that you sat for way too long and didn't get enough out of what you were viewing. i was fairly disappointed, but i still liked a little of the film.