Blow-Up (1966)

Director: Michelangelo Antonioni

A London photographer (David Hemmings) thinks he may have captured evidence of a murder on film. Nice camerawork and Hemmings's performance as a total bastard make this fairly watchable, but overall it strives so hard to be both ultra-fashionable and deep that it succeeds as neither - coming off instead as dated and pretentious. Sex, drugs and rock and roll are all crowbarred in and poorly executed, completely deadening the film's already slow pace.