Blow Up was a hard film to watch, due to the fact that I found it to be quite meandering. In my experience as a film spectator, I usually appreciate films which stick to the point; in the sense that it follows a consistent flow in terms of the story arc, and that the pacing is spaced quite evenly, which would keep the viewer’s interest in the screen for as long a time as possible. Blow Up is not that kind of film. It establishes itself as a murder mystery around an hour into the movie, after meandering for so long that one would question what the reason behind the movie is. It has its moments, yes, but these moments come very rarely. I felt that some parts of the film were longer than they should have been; for instance, the protagonist frolicking with the two models in his studio was quite uncomfortable to watch, and I was wondering if what we were watching was the uncut, extended version of the film.
Some film elements were quite unnecessary in that they shed little light as to the character of the protagonist. For instance, the scenes regarding the propeller really took a lot in terms of screen time. Buying the propeller was a testament that the protagonist had a penchant for useless things. In my opinion, however, it did not really reveal a lot about the character and his quirks or motives; in comparison, to, say, the film Amelie, wherein delving on the unnecessary revealed a lot about the characters, and made the viewer care about them in the process. I couldn’t help but feel that some scenes were simply due to the whim of the director, and were just filmed by coincidence.
My interest peaked when the protagonist found himself at the middle of uncovering a murder conspiracy, but it was unfortunate that this plot was let go all too soon. As discussed in class, it seems that the viewer who invested his time into this aspect of the plot, would unfortunately end up disappointed. The movie started in confusing the audience and left him hanging and guessing, with no clear resolution at all. Because of this, I found the film to be more of an exercise in surrealism and metaphor making. Similar to reading literary works by Murakami, perhaps. You get entertained, yes, but the elements contained within are unexpectedly devious and sometimes devoid of reason that it is really more of an exercise in mind expansion, rather than an actual attempt at connecting to real life.
Overall, I still found it an interesting film. The keen attention to detail and its unusual attempt of keeping the viewer guessing as to what possibly could come next is to be appreciated. Surely, this is not your conventional, mainstream popcorn flick. As a relative amateur in appreciating films such as this, I feel that the genius behind Antonioni’s work would take multiple viewings and discussions for its potential to be truly appreciated.