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| Blow Up | 
enlarge | Director: Michelangelo Antonioni Actors: Vanessa Redgrave, Sarah Miles, David Hemmings, John Castle (ii), Jane Birkin Studio: Warner Home Video Category: DVD
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Format: Anamorphic, Closed-captioned, Dubbed, Dvd-video, Subtitled, Widescreen, Ntsc Languages: English (Original Language), French (Original Language), English (Subtitled), French (Subtitled), Spanish (Subtitled), French (Dubbed) Rating: Unrated Number Of Items: 1 Running Time: 111 Aspect Ratio: 1.85:1 Shipping Weight (lbs): 1 Dimensions (in): 7.1 x 5.4 x 0.6
MPN: WARD65135D ISBN: 0790745461 UPC: 012569513525 EAN: 9780790745466 ASIN: B0000WN0ZK
Theatrical Release Date: December 18, 1966 Release Date: February 17, 2004 Availability: Usually ships in 1-2 business days
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Product Description A photographer who is talented but aimless has photographed violence and pain without feeling any involvement. When he takes pictures of a couple in a park he finds that he may have discovered a mystery one that insists on involving him. Studio: Warner Home Video Release Date: 02/17/2004 Starring: Vanessa Redgrave David Hemmings Run time: 111 minutes Rating: R Director: Michelangelo Antonioni
Amazon.com essential video This 1966 masterpiece by Michelangelo Antonioni (The Passenger) is set in the heady atmosphere of Swinging London, and stars David Hemmings as an unsmiling fashion photographer hooked on ephemeral meaning attached to anything: art, sex, work, relationships, drugs, events. When a real mystery falls into his lap, he probes the evidence for some reliable truth, but finds it hard to reckon with. Vanessa Redgrave plays an enigmatic woman whose desperation to cover something up only seems like one more phenomenon in Hemmings's disinterested purview. This is one of the key films of the decade, and still an unsettling and lasting experience. --Tom Keogh
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The Significance of the Visible January 10, 2005 68 out of 83 found this review helpful
More than any other film that comes to mind, "Blow Up" illustrates the adage distinguishing the novelist from the filmmaker: the former's concern is to make the significant visible whereas the latter's passion is to bring significance to the visible. Little does it matter that the film's protagonist fails in that quest. Antonioni manages to make the search itself so absorbing that the "whodunnit" motif of the narrative is incidental to the journey itself. "Pictures don't lie" is another old bromide being put to the test by this film's unique thematizing of the photographic process itself, and Antonioni's accomplishment is to preserve the spirit if not the letter of the statement. We leave the film believing in the power of the photographed image even if both its meaning and content remain inconclusive.
Watching the film in the theater was a spellbinding and unforgettable experience. Anyone who has seen the director's out-of-control if not disastrous "Zabriskie Point" and subsequently decided to pass up "Blow Up" should definitely reconsider. Just a couple of caveats: the film does, in fact, transfer quite poorly to a small video monitor, bringing excessive attention to dated features of the pop cultural landscape of the late '60's London scene. Moreover, because video cameras are now the everyman's commodity, while cropping, editing, and enlargening images are common practice in modern-day consumer culture, some of the undeniable excitement experienced by David Hemmings with each of his successive blow-ups is bound to seem much more mundane. And perhaps by now we fancy we know more about photography than either Antonioni or Hemmings, especially after the failure of even instant replay to be definitive about whether a touchdown was scored.
Nevertheless, if you have a large screen, some patience and a memory of the promise and challenges of an earlier technology, "Blow Up" still is capable of working at several important levels--as existential philosophy, as postmodern text, as compelling narrative (Hemmings is wonderful), and as a respite from many current overly loud, fractically edited blockbusters that, despite the sound and fury, signify nothing whatsoever.
"The unexamined life is not worth living." Socrates January 27, 2005 38 out of 49 found this review helpful
It's the swinging sixties in London, and Thomas is a fashion photographer who has grown weary of his hedonistic existence and finds himself on a quest for something more. By chance he follows a couple in a park, taking pictures of them as they wander and display their affections. Of course, nothing is as it seems and soon that girl will arrive on his doorstep willing to do anything to get the negatives. Has his camera captured an illicit affair? Thomas intentionally gives her the wrong negatives and immediately developes the right ones. Curiosity? Once developed, he thinks he sees something in one of the photos and proceeds to blowup the questionable image. He studies the results, and the more he searches through the pixels the more he begins to see. A dead body? A crime? He asks the girlfriend of an artist who who works adjacent to his studio, "That's the body? It looks like one of Bill's paintings." Earlier in the film we actually see Bill's work and he explains that trying to make sense of the components of art is like "trying to find a clue in a detective story." Thomas has indeed become a detective, suddenly aware of an existence that lurks under the surface of things. An illusive existence . . . imaginary? Everything about this picture questions structure and the idea of reality. Begining with a great Jazz score (the most improvisational of music), we see Thomas indistinquishable from a mass of downtrodden homeless men only to turn the corner and step into a Rolls Royce convertable. Things are not what they seem. A troup of mimes cruises through London pretending to see and interact with things that are not real and when they make a reappearence at the end of the film, playing tennis with imaginary rackets, we can almost see the ball bouncing from one side of the court to the other. In the end one might ask if Thomas really did uncover a murder or was it only imagined? Perhaps this is a question we might just as well ask ourselves concerning our own realities, but once you start questioning things, the answers will inevitably lead to more questions. In this alone there is value. As Socrates said, if we can believe Plato's account, "The unexamined life is not worth living."
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder... March 7, 2002 32 out of 39 found this review helpful
Ever since I first saw this movie in the late 60's, it seemed clear to me that the whole picture was not really about the veracity of the crime that the photographer supposedly shot, but rather about the unreality of the life of the mod world, and by extension of the pop world as a whole. The two different chromatic tones used by Antonioni to depict the real life, as represented by the flop house, and the illusory pop world, the main theme of the movie, are indicative of the contrasting realities portrayed in the film. Hunger, poverty, old age, diseases, and dead are painted in subdued mate tones. On the other hand, the harlequins, mimes, drugs parties, rock concerts and other happenings populated by those zombies that represent the pop culture, their unreality notwithstanding, are filmed with bright fluorescent colors. These specimens of what now is considered the "beautiful people", are empty of true emotions. And just by chance, to one of its members, the photographer, the opportunity to escape from that unreal world is offered in the form of the photographing of a murder, without meaning to. Confronted with the absolute truth, death, this superficial human being does not know how to behave. That surreal world to which he belongs has ingrained so deeply into his soul, that instead of behaving like a normal person would do by going to the police, he instead unconsciously invents as many circuitous, roundabouts ways as possible to avoid the confrontation of that most real of truths: death. So that is why, after realizing that the corpse has disappeared, he circumambulates aimlessly by the park. And when asked by the mime to return the illusory tennis ball (that is, to reinsert himself anew in the illusory mod or fashion world) he decides to comply, having lost for ever the opportunity to be a true human being. And that is why the unreal tennis ball starts to sound in the final seconds of the movie. What makes this film a classical masterpiece, besides the formal and structural techniques employed by "el maestro" Antonioni, is his depiction of the banal, sophomoric reality of the mod and pop world. And all banality of that world depicted in the film is as true today as in the 60's (just take a look at the frantic and pathetic lives of all those soulless Hollywood stars). To say that the film has not aged well just because the white jeans that Hemmings wears are today demode, is like saying that Battleship Potemkin is an anachronism because the Odessa steps scene sequence has been surpassed by Brian De Palma in The Untouchables. Simply put, classics by definition can not be dated. By the way, Blow-Up is based in a short history by Julio Cortazar("Las babas del diablo"), and has nothing to do with the Zapruder film, whatsoever. As to some resemblance to the Austin Power movies I can not attest one way or the other, because life is too short to spend two hours seeing such stupid, silly movies (or Titanic, or Gladiator, or Shakespeare In Love, or Pearl Harbor, for that matter). The jazz score throughout the most appealing scenes and the ominous wind in the park are employed in a masterly way. If any film deserves to be edited in DVD, this is it.
Slightly Overrated, But There Deserves to be a DVD Release June 4, 2002 28 out of 43 found this review helpful
I liked this film overall; although it moves very slow [for a 1960s film] and if you are not in the mood, can be boring, especially to younger audiences. I appreciated what seemed to me to be deliberate "low-key" acting styles to simulate a realistic movie-watching experience, but at times certain characters' actions seemed inappropriate to what was happening around them. Although it was filmed in England, Blow-Up feels very much like a foreign language film. It's almost peculiar at times that the dialogue does not require subtitles, beacuse it often feels as though it should, even though the characters are English. The film is extremely well cast. David Hemmings is brilliantly cast in the role of a free-lance photographer and swinging Londoner about town. He's the right age, he's got the right look, and he's so believable in his role as to make it almost impossible to tell where the actor's true identity ends and the character acting begins. Yet he's totally believable in this role, he's good-looking, but also unique looking enough as to seem like a "real" person in a "real" environment living "real" scenarios. I will give big points to a genuine effort to make a unique film here. This is definately not one of your typical "formula films" of today! It did manage to hold my interest throughout, although I'm still not entirely sure what this film is about, and I have a hunch that some of it is another example of "The Emporer's New Clothes", which is why I can only give this movie 4 stars. This film was highly influential in it's day and I do recommend it to any fan of 60's culture and art films in general; especially for a rare chance to see both Jimmy Page and Jeff Beck performing together in this short-lived lineup of the Yardbirds. This film is usually considered Michelangelo Antonioni's best film, although I disagree. I feel that "L'Avventura" is his masterpiece. But I must ask - why is this film not available in a DVD version yet? I can't believe that. C'mon Criterion - get on it!
Very stylistic and avant-garde, but still makes sense. Great October 15, 1999 25 out of 28 found this review helpful
Michelangelo Antonioni's 1966 film adaptation of Julio Cortazar's "Blow-Up," perhaps Antonioni's best known work, represents a truly great adaptation of a short story, though the film on its own still stands as a great artistic acheivement. It is a remarkable example of an international work (an Italian director working with a British cast), a project which can easily go awry. David Hemings and Vanessa Redgrave both give excellent performances, but most important, it is a highly stylized somewhat avant-garde work, but in the end, the story has direct meaning and still makes perfectly clear sense- a true rarity. "Blow-Up's" value as a literary adaptation is only one virtue the film possesses, but this virtue includes several positive aspects. "Blow-Up" centers around a photographer named Robert, who, while walkng through the park one afternoon, photographs two lovers from a distance. The woman furiously demands that Robert hand over the negatives. Instead, he returns to hs studio to develop them. After studyng the photographs carefully, Robert discovers that the woman, working with a third firgure situated behind the hedge, is murdering the young man. As he studies the photos, Robert is watching an actual murder take place, but he is powerless to stop it, because it is only taking place in the photographs. Here, the line separating reality and imagination has become completely blurred. As events unfold, the photographer comes to realize that the entire sequence may have only taken place in his head. The recurring theme of both the short story and the film is that people ultimately construct their own reality. Cortazar helped establsh this theme from the beginning by writing his story alternately in first person and in third person, sometimes in singular, sometimes in plural, the implication being that the narrator himself isn't even certain whether or not any of this actually took place. In his film adaptation, Antonioni took what was represented as a few short scenes in the short story, and integrated his own material, bringing the film to a reasonable running time. The impressive part of this is that the integrated material, while completely fabricated by the filmmaker, still manages to make itself relevant by being in compliance with the story's main theme. The mime troupe is the most interesting of these additions. They appear in the beginning, their only apparent purpose to create havoc in the city. Though in the end, it is the mime troupe who make the film's theme most apparent. While playing a mock game of tennis, the mimes knock the "ball" out of the court. Robert goes to retrieve it for them. He bends over, picks up an imaginary ball, and throws it back on the court. The camera stays on Robert as he watches them play, and slowly, we begin to hear the sound of a tennis ball being bounced back and forth. Once again, Robert has immersed himself in the reality of his imagination, so to speak. Antonioni, an absolute master of sound control, pulls this effect off as no other director could have. The short story's theme of imagination and reality could so easily have been lost on film, since film is by its nature a third person limited storytelling medium. Antonioni's uses of sound, as in all of his movies, is truly astounding, and he uses this medium very effectively to enter Robert's personal reality. This is perhaps the greatest genius of the film adaptation.
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