Upon bring retired, Terry McCaleb, a former FBI agent, who has recently undertaken a heart transplant, using the heart of a victim, struggles against revealing evidences against a serial killer.
It doesn't sound bad...but Bloodwork is bad, oh, lordy, yes, it is.
Combustible Celluloid
May 26, 2006
Master filmmaker Clint Eastwood continues in the classic Howard Hawks/John Ford tradition with unobtrustive direction, relaxed pacing, and strong characters and storytelling.
This vehicle—the cinematic equivalent of a supermarket paperback—plays like the best-ever episode of Matlock rather than a truly distinguished feature film. [Blu-ray]
It can be argued, I suppose, that Blood Work was designed from the outset not so much as a whodunit as a why-and-how-dunit, and here the film becomes metaphysically ingenious.
Boston Globe
August 11, 2002
Even as it ends in a flurry of absurd plot twists, Blood Work holds you in a vise.
TheMovieReport.com
January 07, 2005
The movie could have used a heart transplant of its own, for its ultimate undoing is its minuscule, phoned-in energy level.