When false is true, true is false. In fact, these ideas have been interlinked between the East and the West since ancient times.
the ending makes the movie.
I thought I understood the ending, but then I thought about it, which of the tennis and homicide cases was real or fake? The only photo left as evidence was destroyed by the phrase "Looks like one of Bill's paintings". From that moment on, it was as if Jane's story had become Tomas' fantasy again. I thought that "tennis" was something that was defined by this society, but it became true when more people believed it; and the murder case was actually true, but no one wanted to believe it, so everything seemed to be Tomas again fictional fantasy.
Jane met for the first time, and her last words were "We haven't met. You've never seen me.".
If everything is an illusion, then Tomas' joke "It's not my fault if there is no peace." is actually speaking to himself. He treats models irritably, calling them blondy bitches, then finds a quiet park to take pictures by himself, only to discover a murder in the quiet. there is no peace. Did he say it wasn't his fault, because there was a real murder that disturbed the peace, or did he define the peace with noise inside of this chaotic society?
In fact, the surprise of Blow Up is not mainly due to these obscure intentions and masterful finishing touches. It is my excitement to find that Antonioni can also tell stories. I always thought it was another "Antonioni-style boring" classic, so I never watched it. The truth is, this movie, even without delving into its meaning, is very interesting to watch the story at its most superficial. The seemingly scattered story lines at the beginning are told very delicately and compactly. Can't help but sigh, it turns out that Francois Ozon is stealing from Antonioni.
David Hemmings, known as Hugh Grant before Hugh Grant, is just too sexy in this movie. I love that happy expression when I left the two girls who wanted him to take pictures.
Not to mention Vanessa Redgrave, who has a personality that is unconvincing in her bones. There are only two scenes in this movie, but Jane's image is very distinct. Her nervousness, her arrogance and restraint, her free-spirited laugh when she smokes... No wonder women love Vanessa!
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