Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I watched Antonioni's "Blow-Up" again. It's a bizarrely paced strange story. It sort of just exists and doesn't care if you're paying attention. Antonioni doesn't give a shit about you anyway. He doesn't give you anything unless you are willing to pry and wrench it from the open scenes of silence. This film is one of my favorites and it really is one of the most stylish films ever made. Sexy London.