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5.18.2015

The Scenic Route: Blow-Up (1966)

Blow-Up was Michelangelo Antonioni's first English-language film. It's a withering critique of 1960s Man - the absurdity of his self-importance, the emptiness of his preoccupations. How devastatingly cool he - and everyone and everything around him - looks on the surface.

It's much more than that, of course, but none of that matters here. See that exit ramp? Take it. It's time for:


Today's selection: London, 1966. Make and model: Rolls Royce, Silver Cloud III.

ACT 1: THE FOOLS.

Plaza of The Economist, Piccadilly.

ACT 2: THE FOOL

Stockwell Road, Heddon Street, Regent Street, and various roads in Chelsea and Charlton.
Throughout the film, the main character (David Hemmings) speaks to his assistant over a CB radio.
These scenes almost seem like speculative fiction in 2015, much like the communicators in Star Trek or whatever example you like.
He uses the CB like many who drive and talk on their cellphones use it: as an augment for their ego, roving, broadcast into public places:
A talisman.
Or maybe a propeller.

Blow-Up is a film of many memorable but bewildering scenes. One of them involves our hero coming across a parade of protestors. 

One of them adorns his car with this.
He seems to cheerfully accept it, but almost immediately we see it flutter off into traffic as he picks up speed.

I didn't know what to make of this until I got the DVD and listened to the late Peter Brunette's commentary track. "This is the extent of his political involvement." I quite like that, and it captures the whole movie for me. Like I said, there's a lot more to it than that. I haven't touched on the actual murder mystery - and don't intend to. Scenic Route!


ACT 3. UNMOVABLE FOOL, IRRESISTIBLE FOOLISHNESS.


You can find your fair share of interpretations out there - best to watch it and reason out your own. For me, Blow-Up was a film I puzzled over for many years and feel I eventually made my peace with. (Still waiting on that to happen with Mulholland Drive. I'm not giving up, though.)

For a look at locations then and now, check out this site. Unfinished as of this writing, but what's there is a public service unparalleled for fans of the film. A sincere chapeau across the waves to Ian S. Bolton.

The Scenic Route celebrates the cars and landscape of a bygone age.