On the surface, Blow Up is a simple enough film about a fashion photographer who is popular among London’s hipster mod crowd. While wandering through a park snapping candid shots of people to complete a photo book upon which he is working, he accidentally photographs a murder, though even he himself doesn’t realize this until much later when a frantic woman from the photos shows up demanding he turn the film over to her. This is the plot that serves as the basic description for the film in many places, but frankly, anyone who goes in expecting a murder mystery or thriller because of it is going to be either pleasantly surprised or severely disappointed. The murder is much less of the film, and everything else is much more.