When five friends plat a heist to steal an outrageously unique painting , things flare up, and people begin to point fingers as to who’s intentions are not as they seem.
Blood Money is director Luke White’s feature film debut, but some of the shots and aesthetic decisions of the film led me to believe I was about to see a brilliant British crime cinema with hints of slasher-like tropes wrapped up in an episode of Murder She Wrote. Instead, I was constantly left pondering the film’s intent and direction. The characters and dialogue are certainly Slasher-like, and that would have worked if this was indeed a traditional slasher film. However, it isn’t a traditional slasher film by any means. That might be cause for celebration for some of you, but nothing about it stands out. Blood Money falls short with its lack of memorability on a cosmic level. The narrative is confusing and has plot holes so large that you could drive a truck through them. Why they did they do heist, who was the guy they were meeting, why are they were so nonchalant about a dead guy, and why are they sitting around a table trading ghost stories? While not an utter failure, Blood Money feels, at best, stapled together.
It has the potential to take viewers on a unique adventure by bleeding sub genres across one another, and the jump scares and feeling of paranoia during specific scenes does a great job at building up that tingly feeling we all love to experience in a horror film. Unfortunately, none of that has any staying power, and the movie fizzles out as a result. It’s like getting a cool present on Christmas morning only to discover it’s broken out of the box. To me, none of this is the fault of the director, and in all actuality, I’m looking forward to seeing more work from Luke White in the future. For now; though, there’s no need to spend your own money on Blood Money.
Blood Money [Review]