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I think it's just kind of average but Rosario Dawson is great and worthy of some type of recognition throughout this award show season.
That big twist at the end... if you go back and analyze it -- I'm not sure it holds up, but I don't think it really matters all that much.
As high concepts go, Seven Pounds is distasteful in the extreme.
It's a lovely performance [by Dawson], in part because her character throws every charm she's got at the one man who seems doomed to deflect it.
It takes the soggy cake for multiple layers of sentimentality topped by indigestible grandiosity.
You will either be frustrated with its asymmetrical and manipulative storytelling or be captivated by scattered clues that ultimately lead to some kind of resolution.
An overwrought, improbable drama that's as frustrating as it is morbid.
Proof that no black actor, regardless of acclaim or popularity, can ever truly transcend the Mythical Black Man motif. Milquetoast dweebishness robs Will Smith of his natural forcefulness, and "Seven Pounds" has easily the worst ending of the last decade.
Reactions to the movie will largely depend on whether or not viewers decide this time that the divine Mr. Smith has overreached. I say he has -- but I can't tell you why.
El ritmo de la cinta es algo lento en un inicio pero después mejora, aunque hay que decirlo, se siente la mano manipuladora del director que parece haber estado más concentrado en pensar si el público se sentiría conmovido que en hacer un filme memorable.
Seven Pounds may be the most spiritual picture of the holiday season; this story of redemption is a gift for moviegoers.
The ending will divide viewers. Some will shed tears, others will be outraged. It's a bold artistic choice, but one of questionable morality.
The creepiest version yet of the Magical Negro routine
Takes immense pleasure in letting its audience in on nothing.
The good, Will Smith is a brilliant actor. The bad, Seven Pounds isn't nearly as brilliant as Will Smith.
Will Smith's previous film with director Gabriele Muccino, The Pursuit of Happyness, was a tale well told. Their new one is a gimmicky tale annoyingly told.
Between the schmaltz and muzak, this surprisingly-superficial message movie amounts to little more than a feature-length public service announcement on the dangers of text-messaging while driving.
Scrooge is Will Smith's 21st century workaholic with text messaging addiction issues. Suicide by jellyfish, don't ask. Paging Dr. Kevorkian.
Extras include an audio commentary by director Gabrielle Muccino, a set of deleted scenes and four fairly substantial featurettes.
A clumsily melodramatic movie that tells us too much too soon and forces us to sit through endless morose vacuousness.
Más allá de lo caprichoso de la historia, e incluso de lo fragmentario del relato -a lo 21 Gramos- es innegable la capacidad que exhibe Muccino para atrapar la atención del espectador.
Not a bad tearjerker for the holiday season and as Smith's in it, it'll probably make a mint.
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