Worst Film EVER!!!


Well, that was a waste of 2 hours of my life I will never get back.

This film would have to be the worst film I have ever seen (and I've seen some crappy films).

What the hell was it all about? Nothing happens for frickin ages (someone said the first 50 minutes) and then the photographer is taking some photos in the park of some couple, the bird wants the photos back (why?). She comes back to his studio looking for the photos and walks around topless without seeing her titties? He gives her a different film. He blows up the photos and finds someone shot dead. He goes out to see if the guy is still there that night (without a camera??). He returns to find his place turned upside down and all photos taken except one (by who???). He goes out and sees a band (Yardbirds?) with everyone just standing still and watching except for 2 people dancing? The guitarist breaks his guitar, throws a piece in the audience and then everyone goes MAD WTF?? He walks in the park again the next day and watches some mimes playing a game of tennis and throws back an imaginary ball and that's the end of the film.

WTF???????

What an absolute crock of %&it.

CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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One of my all-time favorites. Very disturbing. It becomes progressively creepier as Thomas blows up the photos to reveal a possible murderer hiding in the bushes at the edge of the field. When the photos are stolen, creepiness gives way to paranoia. This movie came out shortly after the Profumo scandal that rocked the UK in 1963 after prominent politicians were found to be involved with call girls. The movie hints that such may be the case here. It also has shades of the grassy knoll in Dallas.

This movie asks, "What is the nature of reality?" We cannot trust our senses to know what is real. Even enhancing our senses (via photography in this film) cannot be trusted. People lie, our perceptions may be false and the world is not what it seems. Is it preferable to live in decadence while knowing that the world as we experience it is false or should one seek the truth even while knowing that such a journey is quixotic and that no final resolution is ever possible?

The lack of resolution in the film, we never really know what has happened, makes the movie even more disturbing. To me, it's existential angst on steroids.

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I thought I'd give this film a second go while noticing it was playing on pay tv here.

I think I'll change my initial judgement but only slightly though. It probably isn't THE worst film I've ever seen but it still comes damn close.

I also noticed where Austin Powers got his photography skills from.

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One of my all-time favorites. Very disturbing. It becomes progressively creepier as Thomas blows up the photos to reveal a possible murderer hiding in the bushes at the edge of the field. When the photos are stolen, creepiness gives way to paranoia. This movie came out shortly after the Profumo scandal that rocked the UK in 1963 after prominent politicians were found to be involved with call girls. The movie hints that such may be the case here. It also has shades of the grassy knoll in Dallas.


That's another good description. And I'm not sure that such a film would always work in another era than the '60s. I've seen other attempts from other decades, and they usually don't have the same resonance even when they're from skilled filmmakers.

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The most profound of sin is tragedy unremembered.

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Either you are prepared to enter Michelangelo Antonioni's world of fantasy and illusion, or not. To enjoy this film requires a certain suspension of belief of what you see about you. This is what the Director is driving at - hence he uses as a central character a photographer who becomes obsessed by a detail accidentally captured on one of his negatives.

To dismiss the movie out-of-hand is to miss an opportunity to see life through another person's mind. This is why he introduces other themes such as pot smoking and the Jane character who says in the early scene "we never met." The result is a series of delusions that most of the above posters are not prepared to accept.*

* this is why Tom (the photgrapher, played by David Hemmings) when at his publisher's party that evening says:

TOM: "I thought you said you were going to Paris."
VERUSCHKA (the model smoking cannabis) "I AM in Paris!"

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@ alexisayshin.

That's a really good, substantive analysis of the movie. There are many ways to read "Blow Up" and I happen to agree with much of your interpretation. Of course, there are many other ways to see it.
That it is, "a waste of time," as some have said, is disproved by your insights.

The controversy that dominates this discussion could be easily transferred to the other arts.

Some may look at a Jackson Pollack painting and dismiss it as drips of paint on a canvas that
their 3-year old could do. Others will see it as an investigation of the nature of painting itself and
the random/non-randomness of pattern and intent.

Some might run out of a Philip Glass concert driven crazy by the repetition. Others will enjoy the
subtle themes and variations. They will let the music wash over them and feel the waves and currents of sound, tone, and rhythm.

I think "Blow Up" is a fascinating and, in some ways, frustrating film. Even though I know that is not about narrative story telling, I still grasp for a clear resolution. But it's not Hitchcock - and doesn't
want to be. That I have to wrestle against my own expectations about movies is something the director probably intended.

The movie is open to personal interpretation - as are the photos of the "murder." That's what makes it interesting and, obviously, controversial.

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There were quite a few of these weird arty farty movies in the 60s,it was that strange time in British history.

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You're a *beep* moron and there's really nothing else I can write about you. Ad Hominems is the only thing you should get - from anyone on this planet.

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OK.. For the simple minds out there who just don't get it...

When the end credits of Blow Up roll, there's often a lot of head-scratching. First-time viewers frequently wonder what it's all about. Discussion of the film is often focused on what it's not about, as that's an easier question to answer. It's not about the culture of London in the sixties. It's not about fashion photography. And it's not about a murder, either, that the main character, a photographer named Thomas, thinks he has photographed in a park one day as he's snapping pictures. Don't be misled by the expectations you may have with your familiarity of conventional plot formulas. Blow Up defies expectations, including those it seems to create itself, and demands to be taken on its own terms.

For starters, there are no answers. If there were, they would not be interesting. It's like what Douglas Adams said about the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. The answer is 42 -- meaningless information out of context -- but if you knew the question, ah, then you'd have something.

Finding meaning in Blow Up is all about figuring out the questions. Once you've got those, you don't need the answers at all. What is it all about? I think it's about how skewed one's perception of reality can be, and, since perception is the only way we can gather information about reality, we ultimately can't discern it. Consider how difficult it can sometimes be in a court room, where figuring out the reality of the situation depends upon hearing diverse, sometimes conflicting accounts of pieces of it. At least if you have several perspectives, though, you can compare and contrast them. Blow Up presents us with only one perspective, and the story, what there is of a story, is his engagement in his craft, which, by nature, is to capture and preserve a view of reality. But is an image captured on film any less a skewed perception of reality than our own vision of it in the moment? At least part of the film's agenda seems to be to explore that very thing.

Blow Up was the first English language film of director Michelangelo Antonioni. For more reasons than the ideas it so eloquently explores: it's also an amazingly acted and directed film, visually subtle but wonderfully inventive. The first twenty minutes, for example, show Thomas at work, photographing various models. It's such an alive, vibrant, engrossing sequence that's a virtuoso acting showcase and must have been a ridiculous challenge to direct, yet it masterfully accomplishes a number of different goals: it sets up the central character, sets up the joy he finds in his work, and sets up attitudes and themes. It is particularly telling to contrast this with the sequences that follow: when he's not working, his life is pretty aimless and half-hearted.

Blow Up is considered one of the defining films of the 1960s, a statement that may be technically accurate although misleading. London in the sixties, though marvelously captured, is used by the film merely as a backdrop for more universal themes. Though there is no other film quite like it, it influenced the work of many to come: Francis Ford Coppola's The Conversation can trace its ancestry to this film, and Brian De Palma's Blow Out seems to be what more conventionally minded viewers wanted this one to be.

A connection less often mentioned is with director David Lynch. I don't know if he was directly inspired by Blow Up or not, but if Lynch was making movies in 1966, I would imagine he'd come up with something like this. But whereas something like Mulholland Drive is a puzzle about answers -- which can be obtained if one can accept some leftover pieces -- Blow Up is not meant to be solved so much as pondered.

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zardo,

I generally agree with this post, with one caveat I will cover below. The way I put what I think you are referring to is Blowup is very much an Antonioni film, despite it's singular aspect of being his first English language film, and Antonioni films are never only about any one thing. As you allude to, the lesson of them, what they are about, has more to do with the process of living, ways of being in the Existentialist sense, than about explication of some "truth" or other form of observation, inlcuding the didactic.

Where I disagree it is so much a disagreement that I wonder how we elsewhere agree so much! I am referring to your characterization of the comparison between his work and his life when he's not working. I understand your point, but I think it misses the more important comparison, which is between his "work" on such matters as the book, and of course his involvement in the photography of the woman in the park, and the increasingly anomic expressions he makes about his work in the studio with the models. Yes, I agree that it is great directing we see as far as Antonioni is concerned in those scenes. But the photographer, despite his evident craft and the ability he shows handling the whole process, is also seen as alienated from it. (You seem to suggest to the reader of your post that we should instead understand the photographer in these scenes as fully invested and happy in his work. I must disagree.)

The scene with Verushka, for example, ends as if it is some unsatisfying sexual encounter, no real connection between them. He earlier asks who she was sleeping with last night, implying some past connection. She tells him she is going to Paris, yet we later see them together at a party, her still in London. "I AM in Paris!" she rsponds to his questioning of the Paris story. The faux appearance of some sexual, even romantic possibility between them not coincidentally ends when the "work" part of the encounter has been accomplished. But other than making them both money, presumably, what else is accomplished?

This thematic approach, where the mercenary nature of the work leads to increasing anomie, is furthered first in the five models (Peggy Moffit being the most famous, I suppose) scene and even in the encounter with the two young women played by Jane Birkin and Gillian Hills. In the five models scene, even the mercenary motive is not enough to make all concerned finish the job at hand. He instead escapes from his studio, with his alienation almost literally chasing him out of the building. The encounter with Birkin and Hills in fact does lead to sex, but this time literally of the unsatisfying sort. The mercenary motive for the characters played by Birkin and Hills that led them to this encounter surely cannot be missed, as was the photographer's choice to take advantage of the situation, but leading only to the alienating conclusion. Even the encounter with Vanessa Redgrave's character Jane is very much about him wanting the pictures for his book, a mixed but still partly mercenary motive, and her desire presumably to not be found out for involvement (apparently) in a murder, what can be characterized as an economic motive of a general but still quite significant sense.

Now, having seen enough other Antonioni films, the notion that modern man, in his post-industrial world, finds human connections complicated and ultimately even prevented by economic conditions, hardly means two things. First of all it hardly means that we should blithely assume that genuine human connection would otherwise be easily obtainable, or even attainable at all. He is not driven primarily be some economic frame of reference as the basis or starting point for an exercise in criticism. Second as I mentioned above, the film is not about any one thing in any event.

among other things it is about are epistomology, specifically from an Existentialist perspective, and related to that is how we come to know truth, and of course how that search exploring how we come to knowledge affects what we learn as truth. Blowup also examines the relation between the characters in the film and the things in it, I think as some metaphor for an examination of being toward death. (I think this is not so great an insight on my part fwiw - clearly the central part of the film involves an examination of a "thing" that being the film of the shots taken in the park, slowly and surely not coincidentally revealing, through the technical process employed, a death, but also one where, in the specific world in which this process takes place, the humans in the scene have already been reduced to things, those being the images of them now frozen, not alive, on the film.) It is also an exercise that explores the limitations of the artistic process to get at truth (Blowup's use of photography being a rather obvious comparitor to filmmaking in such equivalent regard. In that connection please refer to an important scene in Ingmar Bergman's The Passion, where Elis Vergarus explains to Andreas Winkleman that his rather absurdly involved but well honed, even talented, hobby of photography can only show part of the truth of his human subjects through photographic portraiture.)

and I am sure I am leaving out some other things.

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I'd agree with most of your analysis. Blowup raises questions about life, existence and brings about how perception can influence one's life and purpose of existence.

As far as I see it, the story on the surface is about Thomas' existential crisis and how by the end of the film he overcomes the crisis through certain realizations to go on to have a more purposeful, rewarding life than the one he had been going through until then.

I have to say this isn't a lot similar to Lynch's works though. Both Lynch and Antonioni are great in their own way. The difference is that Antonioni is subtle. Lynch is mostly full-blown and symbolisms are heavy handed.

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Let me guess - film class?



I used to want to change the world. Now I just want to leave the room with a little dignity.

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You have to remember something, because your Generation is so Jaded & believes they've seen & done it all, because modern American Films leave nothing to the Imagination.
Europeans don't see the world the same way your Generation does, as most Americans in general don't as well. Especially since this was shot in the Psychedelic 60's.
That this is a British Film from the 60's & the Cast & Crew were also more than likely Stoned.
This style of Film was of a new style shot by an Italian Director.
There was a lot of experimenting going on & they did a lot of that in this flick.
Plus, British Directors & especially European ones, don't shoot Films like American Directors do, nor do British Writers write the way American Writers do.
So take off your Jaded Glasses & quit applying your Modern out look to a flick that you simply just don't understand & never will.

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Blow-up reminded me of Coppola's The Conversation because of its themes. I enjoy Coppola's direction to Antonioni's, there were stretches of Blow-up that I had to fight to keep interested in. Regardless, it is a good film, certainly shouldn't be in the conversation when discussing worst films.

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I saw this movie when I was 13 in NYC. It was rated X, so getting inside was a BIG deal to me and my friends. The scene with the 2 naked girls was very risque back then, but the rest of the movie was a giant bore.

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