Blow-Up. An open Land Rover loaded to the head lamps with deliriously screaming people roars through London town. Painted and caparisoned in madcap masquerade, they leap down from their green go-devil and race through startled crowds like advance men for oncoming chaos. They crash into pedestrians, jostle a Guardsman on sentry duty, all but knock down a pair of passing nuns. Finally, they gang up on a baby-faced brat (David Hemmings) in a convertible Rolls, a mod bod with a pop mop who has plainly gained the whole world without losing his cool. He...
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