Will Smith; tax collecting; bone marrow transplant surgery; car crashes; eggplant parmesan; organ transplants; running in the rain; Rosario Dawson; big dogs; unhelpful hospital workers; deadly jellyfish; jumping into a tub full of ice; sticking a deadly jellyfish into the tub full of ice that you just jumped into; fraud; identity theft; crack addict brothers; Woody Harrelson; rare blood types; MIT; dreams; crushed dreams; organ donation obsession...
At the end of it all, I'm somewhat not-so-proud to say I did enjoy Seven Pounds. It sports an interesting premise -- ultra-generous dude kills himself in order to donate his organs to seven people in need of them. "Seven" because earlier in his life, this dude (Smith) accidentally killed seven people in a car accident. So there's probably tons of redemptive religious allegorical BS wrapped up in this that I don't care about, but the basic idea is good.
It isn't executed perfectly, and, to be honest, I'm getting a wee bit sick of the Hancock, Pursuit, and now Seven Pounds-style Smith, what with the antisocial mannerisms and all. But in the end, it's motherfucking Will Smith, so who cares? He rules, and so does Rosario Dawson, who gives a pretty damn underrated performance as a chick in need of a heart transplant. The film totally yanks on the heartstrings, and has a pretty epic back half, featuring a nicely shot montage-y death by jellyfish. Overall -- I liked it, but I'm a sucker for crap.
