Seven Pounds

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For the most part, I trust movie critics. If Ebert says Transformers 2 is a festering pile of dung, I believe him. If the New York Times pans Ice Age 2, I have no reason to think otherwise.

Hence, I started watching Will Smith’s Seven Pounds two nights ago with the lowest of expectations. After all, the reviews were dreadful. Beyond dreadful. “Seven Pounds feels like having Love Story and Beaches burnt onto your retinas in the style of A Clockwork Orange,” wrote someone from TotalFilm.com. Nigel Andrews of the Financial Times was even harsher—”(The film) compounds the schmaltz in a tale of goody-goody benefaction and glutinous redemption, whose plot the distributors mercifully injunct us from revealing. Enough to say that hearts are sundered and united on screen while churning stomachs in the auditorium are left to fend for themselves.”
So I watched.

And loooooooooooved it. Absolutely loved it.

Sure, the plot was grim. And uncomfortable. There were no happy-happy, life-is-fantastic moments to feel great about. I can’t imagine anyone leaving the theatre in a gleeful skip. But the plot was engrossing, the texture raw. Best of all, there is Smith. I still remember the Fresh Prince’s blockbuster debut in Independence Day 13 years ago. He was very good in what goes down as an unremarkable film, but predictable. Every emotion came at your like a sledgehammer. There was nothing delicate or sly. Just blunt. Now, with time, Will Smith has developed into one of America’s best actors. I’m not saying he’s Redford, but the guy wears pain, fatigue, hurt as well as any thespian out there. He’s no longer merely the smooth, fun-loving guy from Hitch (a truly bad movie). He’s found his chops, and they’re legit.

I’m babbling. If you haven’t seen Seven Pounds, see it. And if you have, and disagree with me, lemme know why. Because I’m at a loss.

5 thoughts on “Seven Pounds”

  1. omigod. you have lost your mind mr pearlman. 7 pounds? it got bad reviews because it sucked. because you could see the end in the title credits. because will smith and rosario dawson had NO chemistry. because he was so vapid that we WANTED him to kill himself. oy. do not even get me started

  2. Actually, Will Smith was in “Six Degrees of Separation” before “Independence Day,” and was brilliant. You don’t make $20 million a picture on nuance, though. He figured that out quick.

  3. For me, Will Smith is in the same boat as Nicolas Cage. Neither is a great actor and I am definitely not a fan of either of them, but they somehow end up in a lot of movies that I really enjoy. Thus, I will eventually rent the DVD of “Seven Pounds” and whatever else Smith does.

  4. The last Will Smith movie I saw was The Pursuit of Happyness and after it, I couldn’t watch him for quite a while. TPoH just insisted upon itself and seeing Smith for 2+ hours of the down-on-his-luck, earnest inventor trying to scratch out a life for his family was way too tedious and depressing for me.

  5. “THAT’S RIGHT! Thats what you get! Look at you, ship all banged up! WHO’S THE MAN? HUH? WHO’S THE MAN? Wait until I get another plane! I am going to lower your friends RIGHT BESIDE YOU!”

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