Blow-Up

Are there any glam photographers that aren't perverted? I am sure if I pursued the same career path or rather behaviour I would be in some kind of bamboo jail cell being fed soylent. The fact that David Hemmings can show that his mind can be carried away by the mundane, and the randomness of life in 1960s London, makes up for the otherwise eye roll horny behaviour in this movie (at least Antonioni isn't Gaspar Noe). His face and stature somehow pulls off the profession that he's in. I feel like today there's a lot of artistically inclined goobers that want to be like him. Carlo Di Palma really makes Blow-Up seem like it's not set in London and it could be set in any major Western European metropolis. The movie looks gorgeous from beginning to end. The car that Hemmings drives is reaaal nice. I didn't care that the thriller aspect of this movie wasn't so thrilling which Antonioni also somehow pulls off. Like a cool breeze.