A novelist blinded in a car crash which killed his wife rediscovers his passion for both life and writing when he embarks on an affair with the neglected wife of an indicted businessman.
Devoid of any subtlety, bereft of a strong plot, and embarrassingly misguided toward its disability narrative, Blind really has nothing to recommend it.
Might work on a lazy Sunday afternoon with relaxed expectations and an iPad on the lap, but it's hardly successful, almost obsessed with sabotaging itself.
The film makes a bold but foolish move by getting in the ring with Tolstoy, analogizing itself to Anna Karenina in a self-seriously laughable attempt to pass its schmaltzy and contrived romance narrative off for something significantly grander.
Moore's and Baldwin's forceful personalities power their performances, and these evenly matched partners have now invigorated both a convoluted thriller (The Juror) and a predictable romance (Blind).
