Blow Up Movie Review

I have to admit that I didn’t get this movie at first. It took me a while to realize where the director was going with this movie. Maybe it was because it was so much subtler than the Hitchcock flick.

At first I completely missed the point that the photographer was probably on drugs when he “witnessed” the dead body in the park. At the party he started acting irrationally and then ran off to the park to stumble upon the corpse. When he returns the next day, the body has miraculously disappeared, but so too have the drugs from his system. When his wife (or partner, or whatever she was) looks at the blown up photo she comments that it looks like one of the painter’s abstractions. I realize now that even though we were shown the image of a man’s face in the one picture it was to provide us with the lead characters perception of a face. It was as though I was too caught up in suspicion while watching the movie to realize that nothing sinister was going on except for in the characters mind. It reminded me of the movie Rear Window but it was better because I was able to get caught up in the action rather than being critical of the lead characters actions.

I thought the mime ending was a nice touch, and obviously needed for the likes of me.