Danny Dyer stars in Raoul Girard’s horror-mystery about a film production designer who falls for a strange and beautiful American model who turns his life upside down…
A young man who works for horror and action films falls in love with a strange and gorgeous model just arrived from America. However this mysterious woman hides a dark, moving secret in her heart…
It’s coming close to 24 hours since I watched the film, and the numbness hasn’t yet receded. Not the good kind that takes you on a high, but the one that originated after I was left confused, irritated, and wondering if a little research into a film before watching it is necessary after all.
Raoul Girard could have taken his film through multiple scenarios and almost all that went through my head seemed better than what I viewed. Bloodshot sees Danny Dyer’s Philip, a prosthetics maker for horror films, meeting a mysterious American woman Jane, played moderately average by Zoe Grisedale, in a park and hopelessly falling in love with her instantly even though she exhibits miscellaneous emotional issues. What makes this interesting is that Philip too shows signs of mental confusion that could possibly make this a couple to watch out for. As a result, this psychological romantic tragedy juggles between various events never really grasping a stronghold on any one genre that it can be classified under.
Bloodshot seems to mislead the audience right from its, well, title. A little after-research informed me that the film has an alternate title, “In a heartbeat” which in all honesty suits it a lot more than a name which initially led me to believe that this might be an action film. Furthermore, the plot tries desperately to be puzzling, which is a good thing provided one has something substantial to be mysterious about, but as you might have guessed, that doesn’t really happen. The slow desperation that runs throughout most of the film, and is mirrored quite well by Danny Dyer through Philip’s character fails to make any impact due to Zoe Grisedale’s lackluster amateurish performance of a psychologically tormented woman with a secret past.
Even more annoying is that once all the cards have been played out and the audience is in the knowhow, Bloodshot tries to capitalise on the horror genre by using Philip’s profession as a backdrop and gives us what could possibly be the most absurd sex scene of the year. Once again it seems like the film is hell bent on collecting as many genres as it can in its kitty just so that it can’t be categorised easily, and in this endeavor it succeeds beautifully.
The most unfortunate aspect of Bloodshot is while is touches upon some important psychological and personal issues faced by a number of people around the world, it refrains itself from wholeheartedly dealing with them preferring to keep the focus on the mystery and horror for the sake of the film.
Bloodshot shows a tiny light of hope at the start of the film, but unfortunately be it the way the story materialises or the poor acting or the lack of any real sense, it simply leaves the audience numb, enough to make sure they check upon all the lesser known films they plan on watching henceforth.