Blow Up. The first thing Sir Andrew said about this movie is that it was from way back 1960s. Amazing, to have and be able to appreciate a movie like that, is simply amazing. Sir Andrew also gave away a few hints on the movie, going as far as stating its capacity to “mindfuck” (forgive the language), which gave me very big predispositions on how to watch the movie.
Blow Up, in my nutshell, is about a popular photographer who’s tired of his routinely and static life, only to get mixed up in some strange conspiracy because of his trying to approach life in a different manner.
The photographer, who’s name was (in my observation) not mentioned throughout the movie, was a very strange man. From the start of the movie, where he vigorously took photographs of the single model, to treating the other molds like trash, to photographing the lovers in the park. In my opinion, he is the very heart of the story because he is the very element that makes the film believable yet not believable at the same time. The fact that his name was not mentioned throughout the story, while seeing him as the main character brings us to a certain attachment yet also a detachment from the plot itself. This “true and false” or cognitive dissonance that I personally experienced is seen throughout the movie.
What was there and what was really not there? The question I posed myself while watching the movie destroyed my notions of close-endedness. What was important and what was not important was also a question that popped into my head. The story had no ups and downs, no coherent storyline: just a blur of different ideas which don’t make sense. I would like to think of it not as a story, but a day in the life of a said photographer, wherein he experiences the routines of any other man or woman who live their lives.
There was a routine he needed to get out of, and for that to happen, certain events took place that rattled not only the photographer, but me, as well as anyone who watches this. It seemed like the photographer, as the same with the woman in the park, as same with the bassist in the club, as same with the people in the club, and whoever else we could think of, was trying to live their lives in such a boring, linear matter – pretty close to our own personal lives where we try to keep in the norm and make sense of things in movies, music, and the like.
Blow up can man a lot of different things. As a first impression, it may mean blowing up the pictures to reveal the shocking truth. On another note, blow up may mean that people actually blow things out of proportion or make such a big deal out of things that what they see blinds them to what really is. The photographer, or us as the audience, may have seen something else with the photographs – yet the film presents us with elements that will question or senses, rattle our judgments, and feed our curiosity.
I might as well have seen another chick flick, or another mystery case file movie with an ideal ending. Instead, I say a man who I could compare to my own self, bored with his life and needed excitement, only to find himself in a situation wherein everything he thought he knew vanished, and tainted his judgment on what is real and what is a lie. Mimes (who are supposed to be silent) were more cheerful than people, the propeller was not used for anything, the photographer having interest in one girl but not the others, girls mysteriously vanishing, as well as concrete evidence what was held only moments ago, and the unmoving crowd of people during a rock concert that was supposed to be brimming with energy.
Bottom line is that the film does not make sense. I would say that it is the first of it’s kind that I watched that was purely based on my dispositions and my thoughts – a rather unique way of creating a film, yet it still stands that the film tests the boundaries of what we can or cannot believe. All of the things I mentioned that do not make sense tells me that people believe what they want to believe, and people base judgments on what their senses tell them, which is why when the photographer did not get the answers he was looking for, everything just jumbled up: he threw back the ball to the mimes, and started hearing the sounds of them playing tennis. In the end he disappeared as well, which was mindfucking indeed.
Final words: This movie broke all my expectations of how to watch a movie and on how a story should be laid out. Climaxes were not there, most of the scenes were totally opposite of what I imagined, the obvious was not obvious at all, distant was as close as I could get. Wonderful! Can’t wait for more!