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January 5, 2009 - Paul Giannamore
Not exactly an uplifting, holiday feel-good movie, but "Seven Pounds" proved a thinker's delight.
If you're interested in seeing the film, stop reading now because it's impossible to discuss without giving away the plot.
"Seven Pounds" is a film that, once seen, you can't watch again. The mystery will be gone.
Stop back after seeing it.
If you've already seen it or don't care, then, please, by all means, read on.
"Seven Pounds" is the film that makes Will Smith not just a great actor, but, in my opinion, one of the all-time legends. It takes him and stretches him beyond the wise-cracker, the action hero or Muhammad Ali and turns him into a believeable, depressed, mystery man whose every action has the audience trying to guess what's up.
"Seven Pounds" starts out by being just plain confusing. Will's a tax man. He's an aerospace engineer. He drives a Crown Victoria. He drives a classic Corvette. He's got seven names he recites angrily. He's got four other names he keeps trying to decide if he wants to help. He belittles a blind Woody Harrelson. He apologizes.
Stick it out beyond the first 20 minutes and your mind naturally will start trying to connect all the dots. You might come close to the conclusion but you won't get every piece until the knockout punch is delivered in a scene about five minutes from the end.
Will Smith has come a long way from "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air." And he's entertained us every step of the way.
This time, he's left us breathless, drained. And filled with valuable lessons about just what matters in life and how it can all be taken away in a split second.
I'll never use my cell phone while the car is moving again. I will live life as if it matters. And I think I'll check that organ donor box on my driver's license next time.
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