From F.W. Murnau to Alfonso Cuarón, these directors didn't get lost in translation
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"Blowup" (1966, directed by Michelangelo Antonioni)
Polanski wasn't the only European auteur to take a detour to London on his way to Hollywood: Michaelangelo Antonioni had the same idea the following year, but that one-off British stopover resulted in the most broadly celebrated film of the forward-thinking Italian auteur's career. Having established himself, with such film's as "L'avventura" and "Red Desert," as something of an antidote to post-war neorealism, Antonioni was 54 when he made "Blowup," but this free-flowing, casually nihilistic and wholly ambiguous surveillance of a hip fashion photographer who may or may not have uncovered a murder, arguably seemed the work of a younger man, aggressively questioning and sometimes breezily resetting the narrative limitations of the medium. It paid off on both sides of the pond, with a Cannes Palme d'Or and a Best Director Oscar nomination.