Blow-Up

Blow-Up

Felt insane because I believe I saw really cool ideas in a movie everyone loves for how it depicted ‘60s swinging London. Watched an hour-long documentary on Criterion talking about how fun it was to show Antonioni around the city (despite that the fact that he clearly made fun of everyone he met and everything he saw there cause he thought it was destroying our morality). 

As far as I know, me, my roommate Enzo, and apparently Roger Ebert, are the only people who saw this film with advanced movie mindset. And mind you, I rarely ever agree with Ebert.

What I saw, is that Blow-Up is about a guy who is enjoying all of the sexual exploitation of the 60s in London—smoking weed, listening to records, and telling women that they’ll be models if they sleep with him—until a flip switches in his brain when he uncovers a murder in the background of one of his photographs. From there he realizes that behind all this is something f’ed up. 

This isn’t Hard Days Night, this is Eyes Wide Shut. This film, “is about man's relationship with reality,” according to Antonioni. He doesn’t even have the guy look at the damn pictures until an hour into the film. The main character is “woken up” by what he discovers, and he sees the reality that everyone is actually having an awful time here and no one even cares to be bothered about the murder.