January 29 movie: Blowup. You know, if I'm supposed to like and appreciate something because it's Great Art, I usually end up hating it. Especially with movies. I like movies that entertain me, make me laugh or make me think. Being told to admire the artistic merits of a movie that isn't entertaining puts me right off. This is a prejudice that I'm trying to overcome, but I'm sorry, it's true in this case. Antonioni is just a boring fart who made boring movies. How could he make such a dull movie with such an interesting topic and setting? It's a suspense movie about a mod photographer in London who accidently photographs a murder. Sounded like it would be an exciting thriller with great fashion and art direction. Well, he got the clothes and the sets, but damn this movie was dull. Nothing happened for the first hour, and then when it finally got going he kept interrupting the flow. Plus the hero is a relentlessly unpleasant person. And what was that shit with the mimes playing tennis? I guess I'm trying to say that I did not enjoy this movie at all. Well, the photo shoots in the first few minutes, the clothes they were wearing, were fab. Herbie Hancock did a nice soundtrack. And it was nice to see Jane Birkin (Serge Gainsbourg's great love) in a movie, even if her part was totally stupid and demeaning. That's about all I can give this movie.
So much for great art.
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I watched Blowup for a film studies class once. I thought about watching it again last week on cable but decided there's so much other stuff I haven't seen that I shouldn't take the time to try again to appreciate something I already saw. I agree with your assessment of this film.
And rather than commenting again on the entry above, may I just say here that your new boots are ultra kickass!