Professional photographer Thomas saw nothing. And he saw everything. Enlargements of pictures he secretly took of a romantic couple in the park reveal a murder in progress. Or do they? Blowup is an influential, stylish study of paranoid intrigue and disorientation. It is also a time capsule of mod London, a mindscape of the era's fashions, free love, parties, music (Herbie Hancock wrote the score and The Yardbirds riff at a club) and hip langour. David Hemmings plays the jaded photog enlivened by the mystery in his photos. Vanessa Redgrave is the elusive woman pictured in them. And the enigma of what you see, what you don't see and what the camera sees is yours to solve.
The only reason I gave it 1 is because you cannot assign a score of zero!
- Blow Up review by CP Customer
This film should be avoided by anyone who values good writing / acting / directing! To put it into context I studied film art at college. By this I mean Im not averse to unusual productions which push the envelope but this was just dreadful. A disappointment in every way.
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I think you need to have been there.
- Blow Up review by CP
As a film, I would not give it much time; the plot is silly and the acting, despite the big names, is amateurish. If, however, like me, you grew up in the sixties, it has a certain charm, and it's always a pleasure to see how empty the streets were then, and the cars that we drove.