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Blow-Up
1966
(2004) - MGM (Warner Bros.)
review
by Rob Hale of The Digital Bits
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Film
Rating: A
Disc Ratings (Video/Audio/Extras):
B/C/C+
Specs and Features
111 mins, R, letterboxed widescreen (1.85:1), 16x9 enhanced,
single-sided, single-layered, Snapper packaging, audio
commentary by film historian Peter Brunette (author of The
Films of Michelangelo Antonioni), isolated music
track, theatrical trailers, film themed menu screens, scene
access (26 chapters), languages: English and French DD 2.0 mono,
subtitles: English, French and Spanish, Closed Captioned
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"Nothing
like a little disaster for sorting things out."
Almost hypnotic in their presentation, the films of Michelangelo
Antonioni have always had a certain mystique in my eyes, but none
more that this film (perhaps because it was the first that I saw).
Blow-Up is the relatively
simple story of a young photographer who one day (through a series
of complicated events) finds a mystery unfolding in a series of
photographs he took in a park. His curiosity piqued, he tries to
piece a story together from his photographs, slowly coming to the
realization that reality can be subjective, and difficult to share
with others.
It has been many, many years since I last saw this film, so I was
rather excited to finally get to revisit it. Blow-Up
is a film that, although I enjoyed it when I was younger, I now
realize went almost completely over my head (ahh, the clarity of
hindsight that comes with adulthood). Watching the film again after
nearly 15 years I realize that I recalled many of the scenes, but
found myself watching a much different film than I remembered. The
photographer, played by David Hemmings (Deep
Red, Gladiator), is
a sexist prick to a much greater degree than I had recollected; the
woman in the park, played by Vanessa Redgrave (Howard's
End, Mrs. Dalloway),
has much less screen time; there is very little music; and the film
is much more open-ended and dream-like, but no less enjoyable than
it was all those years ago.
Blow-Up is a film of broad
strokes, fluid and impressionistic rather than concrete and
realistic. Characters are types rather than fully formed
individuals, we learn very little about them and their intents (most
characters are not even given names), yet still understand them as
much as we need to. Pushed to the foreground is the idea that
reality (like film) is subjective, influenced and defined by the
individual, like pieces of a puzzle waiting for someone to come
along to put them together and provide context and meaning. The
photographer represents the 'seeing eye,' able to see without being
seen (he is never seen in his own photographs - thus he provides
meaning while not being bound to it himself, he is 'free') which
gives him a kind of power that he uses to taunt his female subjects
and lord over them as a kind of sexual conqueror, in exchange for
potential fame as a model. As the film progresses, his sight and
awareness is continually brought into question (he is followed and
tracked down easily, suggesting that his 'power' is not his alone),
and eventually eliminated with the theft of his photographs.
Furthermore, as he blows up his photographs in order to pull out the
details, they become grainier and increasingly more abstract; his
vision becomes blurred. In the end, the photographer is never really
able to show people the reality he believes that he sees; he becomes
powerless and isolated.
Of course, no film about subjectivity could truly be effective if
everything was spelled out clearly, and Blow-Up
is no exception. The vagaries of the narrative and methodical pace
may be off-putting to some, but the influence of the film should not
be discounted. Films such as The
Conversation, Blow Out,
Memento, even the first Austin
Powers (the scenes with Austin as a photographer) all owe
a heavy debt to this film. Furthermore, the film broke through many
taboos for British and American filmmaking in depicting drug use as
pleasurable and (very brief) full frontal nudity, not to mention
'free love,' among others. It's real strength, however, is its
staying power. This film managed to imbed itself in me to such a
degree that, even without multiple viewings, I still found myself
thinking about it in the many, many years between viewings, and
that's no small task.
Warner Home Video has provided us with a disc that is far from
perfect, yet still acceptable. I am assuming that the transfer was
made from the restored print from the film's recent theatrical
re-release and the anamorphic widescreen image is nice and clean,
with a rich appearance that far surpasses the washed out transfer I
remember from the VHS tape that I last saw. The mono sound is a bit
on the rough side however, it is certainly clean but very tinny and
has little dynamic range, making dialog a bit muffled at times. It's
still perfectly acceptable and was most likely limited by the
source, but one still can't help but think that it could be better
represented. The weakest area on the disc would have to be the
extras though. The primary supplement is a commentary track by Peter
Brunette (author of The Films of
Michelangelo Antonioni), which isn't a complete disaster,
but will leave a great deal to be desired from anyone but newcomers
to the film. Brunette handles himself well and rarely seems to be at
a loss for things to say, but he doesn't really bring much new to
the table. If all you know about this film is from this review, then
give the commentary a whirl after you've finished the film, but if
you're familiar with the film and/or Antonioni, it is by no means
required listening. Also included is an isolated music track, which
is pretty ridiculous since there is so little music in the film to
begin with, and most of it is already 'isolated' in the film. This
kind of feature can be great and it is becoming more rare these days
so it's nice to see, but in this case it's pretty close to being
unnecessary. Finally two theatrical trailers are included, which is
always a nice addition.
Blow-Up may not be for
everyone, but it is a major work from an important director (and his
first film in English) that is finally taking its bow on DVD. If
you're patient and like your entertainment a little more on the
thought-provoking side, you will be infinitely rewarded by this
film, which cast a long shadow over modern filmmaking. It would have
been nice to have a little beefier disc, but it's hard to complain
when a film this important finally comes around.
Rob Hale
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