Every so often someone gets pretty full of themselves and tries to make their own All the Presidents Men but for [X]. If you’ve seen the descriptor but have yet to catch the original, let me assure you, right up top that whoever used it lied to you. I don’t mean to suggest that there aren’t films like Zodiac that have successfully evoked it to their own ends or films like Dick that’ve magnificently lampooned it to theirs or other…
My mouth is still agape, but I don’t want to spoil a dang-darn thing, so I am just gonna assure you of this: If you either have not already seen this unexpectedly mind-blowing and utterly [redacted] and [also redacted] documentary or you are not currently watching it, you definitely haven’t made the most of at least one 96 minute stretch of your life.
There may not be more than one other director that you could say this about, but Brian De Palma literally never met a practical location that he couldn’t make look like a meticulously dressed stage or studio back lot when he shot it. He had this odd compulsion toward overtly mannered cinematic presentation that was totally at odds with his vérité obsessed era and that was probably never more in evidence that it is here.
Blow Out is overwhelmingly composed…
Once upon a time a literal boogie man stalked Northern California, killing some of his victims with guns at least one with a butcher knife, some while dressed in plain clothes, at least one while dressed in a masked-hooded costume. He killed at least five people but no one really knows for sure, because he may never have been identified and he was definitely never arrested. His crimes inspired at least two of the most widely imitated films ever and…