Seven Pounds should be re-titled "Seven Pounds of Cheese."
Rotting, stinky cheese.
Will Smith’s latest vehicle, which is too irritatingly cryptic to be explained in a few lines here, earns the dubious honor of not only being one of the worst films of 2008, following closely on the heels of the unwatchable Hounddog, it is also the least comprehensible movie we can call to mind. It makes Memento look as linear as an episode of Hannah Montana.
When we sat down with Will Smith during the Seven Pounds press junket last week, the amiable star, who sported an ear to ear grin throughout the majority of the conversation, was surprisingly candid.