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Blowup (1966)
Seen in retrospect, this artsy, wonderfully photographed pop-life mystery seems out of place - almost caught in a vacuum. Remarkably, this is both one its greatest strength and weakness as the world presented to us by a simultanously charmed and pessimistic Antonioni (in his first non-Italian feature) makes for a voyage through more or less surrealistic scenes packed with more or less significant imagery. As a document of London's 1966 fashion scene, Blowup seems dated and staged (the "club" scene including the Yardbirds is anything but naturally vibrant), and the acting is as erraticly stylized as the nature of most of the main characters. Still, these are elements that make Blowup the joyous journey it is. As with our protagonist, we let ourselves be seduced from one segment to the another, relishing a set of values and motivation that are arguably alien to us. And when being in the hands of the fascinating Hemmings character, all his quests and wanderings seem entrancing.
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