Seven Pounds
Dir. Gabriele Muccio
2008
123 Minutes
2.40:1 Aspect Ratio
My mom made me watch this crap.
She wants me to settle a disagreement between my dad and my uncle. My father said it was the “worst fucking film on record” (I’m inserting words where my mother used other, more abstract words). My uncle said it was the greatest film about rich human characters in a decade. There was much debate at the beach house they were at where they saw it, and apparently, it nearly ruined the late summer trip.
I don’t know if I can finish it.
There’s something going on about Woody Harrelson as a vegan and he’s blind? Rosario Dawson is there speaking Spanish some of the time.
Will Smith has no sort of personality, he’s so nice and mean and nice and mean all the time.
“Because you...are a good man.”
I hear that this gets really outrageous, by the end, but I don’t know if I can make it to the end, it’s so bad.
But I try.
And I try.
And something about a jellyfish.
I’m done.
Dad, you win.
