As a rule, I make sure that my reviews give away nothing at all about the story-line of the movie. There are exceptions, of course, and that happens when there is virtually no story! In such a case, I have nothing to give away! BLOOD MONEY, the latest production from the Mahesh-Mukesh Bhatt factory, has such a weak story that the makers seem to have realized it during the making of the movie and inserted the famous Hansel and Gretel fairy tale in the form of a dialogue aired by the heroine Amrita Puri to give some substance to the plot.
Everything is weak and absolutely incredulous in BLOOD MONEY. Firstly, the term BLOOD MONEY refers in normal parlance to the amount to be paid to a victim’s family in return of immunity to the perpetrator of the crime involving the victim. This movie’s story has nothing to do with this. It is supposed to be a theme related to fraudulent deals in diamond trade: because there was a movie called BLOOD DIAMOND which dealt with murky happenings in the diamond business, this movie has been named BLOOD MONEY.
The hero, Kunal Khemu, finishes his MBA and lands an assignment in a Cape Town based firm which provides him a palatial accommodation and all the fancy perks. If they had indicated the name of the business school, I would have gladly gone back to get an MBA from that school! His boss is a devil in sheep’s clothing, who drills holes in the legs of employees who try to run away from him. But because Manish Chaudhury emotes so badly, he has to reveal his ugly side by delivering a dialogue like this: Do not mistake me to be a Dhokla and Khakhra eating Gujarati!
The Bhatts have in the past come out with interesting themes and although none of them have been outstanding, none of them had such a slipshod treatment as has been meted out to this. Even when there was scope to weave in some reality, the director, Vishal Mahadkar, seems hell bent to drive the movie along clichéd tracks. A few songs pass muster; the supposedly intimate scenes of Kunal Khemu with the seductress Mia Uyeda are also bereft of passion. The most generous of critics would possibly term this as an over simplified expression of an under baked script which has a thick coating of implausibility. I would think that the title refers to the amount to be paid by the makers to those who accidentally get to view it!
RATING: 1 out of 5
March 31, 2012

About The eternally happy Vijay

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