This is so ravishing to look at (the colors all seem newly minted) and pleasurable to follow (the enigmas are usually more teasing than worrying) that you're likely to excuse the metaphysical pretensions—which become prevalent only at the very end—and go with the 60s flow, just as the original audiences did.

Jonathan Rosenbaum

Chicago Reader

Whether there was a murder isn't the point. The film is about a character mired in ennui and distaste, who is roused by his photographs into something approaching passion.

Roger Ebert

Chicago Sun-Times

Blowup daringly suggests that an image without politics isn’t an image at all.

Ed Gonzalez

Slant Magazine