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December 21, 2008
Seven Pounds
Last night I decided to go to the movies. Since I drove to the West Side to do errands, I ended up at the Century City mall. Note to self: that AMC is overpriced ($12 a ticket! Junior Mints that are pre-melted and stuck to the box!) and has a crappy selection of films. I begrudgingly bought a ticket to Seven Pounds; really wasn't planning on seeing the film but felt like less of a loser taking myself to a random movie I assumed wasn't depressing rather than spending the night alone at home.
My review was going to be simple: don't go to this movie alone. But after reading some highly amusing reviews, I've altered my review: don't go to this movie.
I thought it was just me and my knowledge of the IRS that got in the way of me being deeply immersed in the film. But no. It was the film that got in the way. I would like to see Rosario Dawson and Will Smith together in another movie. As soon as Smith gets over his Jesus fixation.
A.O. Scott's review in the NYT. (Thanks for the Jesus tip.)
Wesley Morris' review in the Boston Globe, featuring the amusing observation:
How, if Ben is so suicidally depressed, does he still get his hair to have that perfect S-Curl sheen? (That's not easy to do when you want to live.)
Amy Biancolli in the Houston Chronicle makes the important point that the final scene of the movie is super creepy.
Posted by cj at December 21, 2008 01:53 PM