Prathyush Parasuraman
An orphan in Glasgow with a Sikh surname and Jesus on a crucifix dangling on her chest — this is Sonam Kapoor Ahuja as Gia Singh, a police officer, who was once top of her class, and now has not a hair out of place. One night, after yanking her rebellious brother (Danesh Razvi) out of a concert and driving him home against his will, she has an accident. She loses both her sight and her brother. The guilt of this loss looms over Blind.
The Driver (Purab Kohli) sees Gia waiting for a cab on a lonely street. He comes up to her, pretending to be a cab driver, but Gia’s suspicions are raised and she escapes. What we know and she doesn’t is that The Driver is a nameless serial killer who kidnaps and kills women.
Blind struggles where the Tamil film excelled. The climax of Netrikann tied together the exorcizing of guilt and the resolving of the chase with an emotional knot, and to compare it to Blind is to see where Hindi cinema pales. If we do not even seem to know how to lay out a story, how to state it, how then do we resolve it?
Blind prefers a more neat, subdued approach, reducing the film to a mere chase. Debutant director Shome Makhija seems to be under the impression that his film is a meditative, grungy portrait of a broken woman who rises to an occasion. In an effort to posture profundity, every scene overstays its welcome, lingering for a few more seconds than it should.