Review of Blow Up

I had good memories of watching this film, but it doesn't seem to have aged well (though it was probably old by the time I watched it first, I was only eight years old when it came out). London in the Swinging Sixties, a wealthy and successful photographer takes pictures of attractive models and has other wannabee-models throw themselves at him, and then he almost-witnesses a murder in a park; he doesn't see it when he's there taking pictures but it reveals itself when he develops them. And then he tries to find out what happened, and doesn't succeed.

There's a lot of stuff about appearance vs reality, and whether there is reality, which seemed important the first time but now comes across as pretentious rather than interesting. It made me think of The Society of The Spectacle, an anarchist/situationist pamphlet that appeared the year after the film, which also seemed to me to profound and important at one point, and now doesn't. There are some ghastly sex scenes with the implication of coercion (see the poster), and another scene in a London club that is both exploiting and poking fun at the tawdry glamour of the emerging rock scene.

Watched in the Middle Floor at Springhill Common House - I think from an actual DVD, which felt very old-school.