Antonioni's BLOW UP and Kate Del Castillo's Camera-licked Body

I like watching the following fluff piece on Mexican (sans quotation marks!) Kate Del Castillo because of the subterranean allegory on cameras and subjectivity that unfolds as you watch it:

It evokes (the same way indigestion follows an amazing banquet) the memory of Michelangelo Antonioni's Blow-up); however, where Antonioni's cinematic classic sought to out the uncanny power of cameras (as Michael Powell had with Peeping Tom), television's InStyle en español merely, and without irony, repeats the troped-out trope of stardom as the apex of identity, of the celebrity actress/model as 21st-century avatar of the ideal.

I will stick with Antonioni!