The ApunKaChoice movie review of Blood Money. A young go-getter (Kunal Khemu) moves to Cape Town with his wife (Amrita Puri). He lands a job in a diamond trading company. With his unflagging zeal he quickly moves up the ranks and becomes the blue-eyed boy of his astute boss (Manish Chaudhary). He cracks deals worth millions and is so sucked up in making the moolah that he neglects his caring wife. A diamond necklace, he deems, would drive her blues away and make up for his absence. It doesn’t. Never has. Cracks appear in his marriage. Job, too, is hunky dory no longer. Turns out that under the façade of diamond export, there flourishes a terror network which our hero has unknowingly been fueling and has now become an inextricable part of. Will he be able to cut himself loose? Or is he destined to doom?
Blood Money brings to mind the 1986 Mahesh Bhatt movie Naam that established Sanjay Dutt as an actor and gave us the tearjerker of a song “Chitthi Aayi Hai” that is played to this day, though with subdued enthusiasm and response. The movie’s 2012 rehash, set in Cape Town instead of Dubai, doesn’t offer anything stellar or novel. It plays upon the same formula that the Bhatt production house Vishesh Films has mastered in recycling and regurgitating. A young man driven by his desire for riches ends up in a mess of his own creation, in a world where money matters more than morals, and flagrant greed more than conscience. Sorry boss, we’ve seen that and are now done with.
It’s this predictability that makes Blood Money a stale and dull affair. To add to our woes, director Vishal Mahadkar shows no knack for depth and detail. Seeing Kunal Khemu move to a palatial house in Cape Town -- something his wife (much like us) regards with utter disbelief -- even though he’s just started out in the diamond company, beggars belief. If one could get rich this quick, we would have half the India moving to Cape Town. The songs pop up now and then and do little to ease our frustration.
Thankfully, the leading actors, Kunal Khemu, Amrita Puri and Manish Chaudhary rise above the corny writing and deliver performances that make Blood Money a better film. Mia Uyeda makes a brief appearance and shows off her bikini bod before being relegated to the shadows again.
What works in the movie, apart from performances, are sequences few and far between. Manish Chaudhary, for instance, plays a gyan spouting boss always having an analogy up his sleeve to wisecrack about. An interaction between him and Kunal Khemu in a restaurant is well penned.
But a few good sequence a film don’t make. In its entirety, Blood Money is predictable, formulaic, staid, stale, and not really worth your money, which I’m sure isn’t blood money but earned by the sweat of your brow.