Blood Money Review
The Times Of India | Madhureeta Mukherjee
Kunal Khemu is convincing as a youngster with modest beginnings, who turns into a greed-obsessed man. In the second-half, as the tale twists, his character emerges stronger, with emotions of rage, desperation and revenge well played out.
Amrita Puri plays the domesticated wife who silently suffers her husband's wrongdoings. She's pleasant enough, but gets to interact more with the dining table than with husband. Tsk! Tsk!
Manish Choudhary, the big cigar-smoking boss ends every other line with 'Superb' (reminding of the villains of old, like Ranjeet) is impressive. Bhatt favourite, Sandip Sikcand, as the scheming 'blood-brother', is not.
Rediff | Sukanya Verma
Kunal Khemu displays none of the charisma, intensity or vulnerability that validates his transition from an pleasant go-getter to a compromised coward. The young man's needless huffing, puffing and folding lips in exasperation only draw attention to his inadequacies. Co-star Amrita Puri put up a delightful show in Aisha with her funny dialogue delivery. Turns out that is how she speaks. As the Devil in a Diamond baron's disguise, Manish Chaudhary does well with his analogies in a brief lunch scene but is limited to sporting a threatening frown for the rest of his role.
DNA India | Blessy Chettiar
Writer Upendra Sidhye’s story is believable but the execution barely rises above average. Director Vishal Mahadkar extracts decent performances from his cast. Kunal Khemu steals the show as a man caught in personal and professional conflict.
The lead pair salvages the film to an extent, but a limited scope of the script binds them both from making it an entertaining trip. The out of sync sound in many scenes makes Blood Moneytechnically unstable. Add to all this innumerable songs.
Glamsham | Martin D'Souza
First-time director Vishal Mahadkar has a readymade script at hand. He also has four powerful actors to carry off the film. There's Manish Chaudhary as Zaveri. This actor is taking giant steps on screen giving a different meaning to character acting. His presence is frightening and performance brilliant. Superb! There's also Sandeep Sickand who plays Zaveri's brother who is equally believable as the evil partner. Amrita Puri has just a few scenes but she immerses herself wholly into the 'feel of things' to make even an ordinary scene (like throwing food into a dustbin) stand out. Finally, there's Kunal Khemu who gives a standout performance. This guy (like I mentioned in my Review of 99 a few years ago) is a lambi race ka ghoda. A few more years and he will definitely be in the big league.
Dailybhaskar | Dailybhaskar
Vishal Mahadkar as a debutant director looks very promising and surely can be given a benefit of doubt, as the problem lies in scripting and screenplay. Some scenes like the one where Manish gauges the mind of Kunal, while digging into some delicious Italian food are brilliantly shot. His direction somehow, induces life in the otherwise dull affair.
Bollywood Hungama | Taran Adarsh
The protagonist and his emotions in BLOOD MONEY are very relevant and relatable. He imagines life like every other man. In fact, anyone who aspires to make his/her life superior would be able to relate to the passion of this guy. However, after an extremely absorbing initiation, after establishing the plot so well in the first hour, the film falters towards its post-interval portions. The typical middle class guy, all of a sudden, starts punching the villain's brawny henchmen, after giving them a good chase. Despite being viciously stabbed. Unexpectedly, from a credible, plausible zone, the film deviates into a hard-to-absorb masala-ridden fare that relies on heroism and intrepidness to prove a point. A persuasive culmination, in keeping with the quintessence of the film, would've only enhanced the impact of the second hour. Wish the writer was consistent in keeping the viewer absorbed in the subsequent hour as well.
Nowrunning | Mansha Rastogi
Within no time of the film starting you know that debutant filmmaker Vishal Mahadkar is a clear disciple of the Bhatt clan as right from the first scene to the last what you get to see is a rehash of Bhatt masala potboilers. The same old rags to riches story infused with the underbelly angle, a love story gone sour and some other woman erotica is shown in Blood Money too.
Kunal Khemu helps little to salvage the film. He tries really hard to lift the dying plot but his efforts fade in front of the insipid writing. Amrita Puri is used in the film in installments and exactly is the case with her track too.
Sify | Sonia Chopra
There’s some nice stuff in there. The analogy between enjoying a nice meal and enjoying life is nice, even if awkwardly done. A rare gem pops out, like the dialogue which says that most people are good, because they don’t get the opportunity to be bad. Highly debatable, this, but at least it’s an insight into the hero’s mind.
Acting ranges from average to insufferable. The problem is the atrocious dubbing makes even an average performance look bad. There are characters that are made to fume when they should be worried, and even as the news is being broken to them.
Super Good Movies | Super Good Movies
The only god part about the film is that it ends too soon to create any kind of impact on your mind. There is strictly nothing to boast about it. The moment you feel that there is going to be something interesting, mostly hoping post the interval, the film disappoints with clichéd scenes and dialogues that do not even look natural, but are made up.
The one who fails the most is the director, as he could have helped to make the film a decent watch. Not that the story or the screenplay was good. The dialogues too were clichéd. The background score irritated and was dated and the average songs too could not sooth. Cinematography was okay too.
Zeenews | Zeenews Bureau
Amrita Puri, whose funny role in ‘Aisha’ had been appreciated by people, has failed to emerge out of that cocoon. Puri speaks in the same way as her debut film, and leaves us to wonder whether she is the same behind cameras as well. Kunal Khemu’s tryst with acting might find a better viaduct somewhere else, not in ‘Blood Money’. And as far as his bootylicious co-worker Mia is concerned, she seems to have been incorporated into the movie solely for the purpose of titillating your fantasies. She sheds her clothes with amazing alacrity and leaves no stone unturned in seducing your faculties of reason and logic. So that after a point, you no longer care what the outcome of the apparently grisly tale of blood and money turns out to be.
Koimoi | Mrigank Dhaniwala
Upendra Sidhye’s story, the first half of which bears striking similarity to the Hollywood film, The Devil’s Advocate, has some potential. But his screenplay is rather tepid as it moves at a slow pace and bores the viewer. Several scenes seem to be inserted just in order to justify what follows in the drama. Like the angle of Zaveri being Zakaria (supposedly a dreaded gangster) is just too random to fit into the complete picture. The climax, which has a twist, is predictable.
Kunal Khemmu does a convincing job as the young Kunal Kadam. He is very good in several scenes. Amrita Puri, as Kunal’s wife, has little to do, but she seems real enough. Manish Choudhary, as Zaveri, tries hard but fails to be the evil boss.
Director Vishal Mahadkar, riddled by a losing script, does a below-average job as he fails in making the narrative engaging and dramatic enough. As a result, even though the film’s running time is under two hours, it seems much longer than that.
Movietalkies | Movietalkies
On the flip side, though the film claims to be set against the backdrop of the diamond mafia industry, the director doesn't really go through the trouble to explain it in detail and more focus is given to the human drama factor. Moreover, Kadam decides to take the bull by its horns only when he discovers that the diamond mafia industry was indirectly responsible for a terror act in Mumbai, which really seems like a desperate effort to introduce an element of patriotism in the plot. The dialogues of the film too are very clichéd and ordinary and the music doesn't really stay with you once you walk out of the movie hall. However, the crisp editing and the fast pace makes the film an easy watch.
Hindustan Times | Anupama Chopra
This standard issue plot worked far better in Jannat because the protagonist was edgier and the backdrop of match-fixing more intriguing. The world of blood diamonds, as created by debutant director Vishal S Mahadkar here, is largely comic-book. The screenplay is bogged down by songs and the couple's love story, which of course takes a beating once Kunal starts to party with the boss. Kunal Khemu works hard to make his character's dangerous dilemma real but the situations he is put in are ludicrous. In the climax, he sprints through Cape Town with a profusely bleeding stab wound and beats up some burly men for good measure.
NDTVMovies | Subhash K. Jha
We really don't know what's gone into the slow-cooking plot of Blood Money. The screenwriters seem to have decided on piling on the predictable with no respite in sight. The songs credited to four composers come on with a desperate intensity that fails to impress us about the film's noble intentions.
Khemmu tries his utmost to inject earnestness into his bland role. He fights off the cliches to come up with some heart-melting emotional moments. But he can't really hold up a film that sags like an over-the-hill diva's face-lifted glamour.
Blood Money suffers from a serious deluge of monotonous scenes where the actors speak their line as though in a radio play. We hear them loud and clear. But we fail to empathize with the cleverness that the dialogue tries to achieve in scattered showers.
Mid-Day India | Shaheen Parkar
The debutant director begins on a convincing note with Zaveri going for the kill for anyone who betrays him. The message is clear that once you are part of his company the only way out is death. Also, when Kunal cracks his first deal using common sense much to the chagrin of the others.
Deccan Chronicle | Khalid Mohamed
It’s titled Blood Money which turns out to be a goulash of believe it nuts, the Bhatts’ own Jannat with a soupcon of Blood Diamonds. Sorry but the Bhatt Brothers’ diamonds will not be forever, vanishing from your memory file even before you’ve staggered out of the exitplex, looking up at the summer sky above for sheer mercy. Oh lord, could you tell the Bhatts to quit repeating their formula-yawn please? Enough is enough.
For thousands of moons now the Bhatt Kitchen offers a story with a darkish edge narrated with a mandatory music score with a Pakistani tadka. The international locations are a hop-skip-jump away. The hero has a crisis of conscience or succumbs to an ek hi bhool adulterous night and the heroine is accorded gargantuan close-ups during her glycerine sob scenes.