Albert Brooks’ most poignant and optimistic film, and possibly even his best. Real Life, Modern Romance and Lost in America would all beg to differ, but I digress.
Fusing a Alan J. Pakula-style premise with his own trademark vision, Blow Out is Brian De Palma’s most perfectly crafted film. Paul Hirsch’s editing, Vilmos Zsigmond’s beautiful cinematography, De Palma’s elaborate direction, and John Travolta at his best all come together to make one great conspiracy thriller.
I’d say Blow Out has one of the most tragic conclusions to a film, in which the main conflict of the film is (seemingly) never resolved, and Travolta’s character now having to live with the murder he failed to stop, even going so far as to ingrain it into his own work.