Seven Pounds

Wow.

I just watched the movie Seven Pounds, by Will Smith and Rosario Dawson. That man can ACT.

I'm profoundly moved by what I saw, but I have no idea how to express my feelings about the experience without being a total spoiler-sport.

See, the whole first half (heck, 3/4ths) of the movie I had no clue what was going on. This was on purpose, I'm sure, but it was incredibly maddening. I'm doing the "bachelor" thing this week while Mary & kids are at her Mom's for spring break, so I'm sitting here shouting at the movie to tell me what the heck is going on. Eventually it didn't have to, I figured it out on my own. (thanks for nothing, movie!) BUT, because of that kind of story structure, I can't tell you my thoughts on the whole thing without spoiling it for you! Hmm.

I can say this much, as you figure it out in opening scenes: Will Smith is apparently suffering from some major trauma in his past, and is in L.A. trying to help... some people. Who... have something in common that isn't immediately obvious. I can't really say more without ruining the effect of seeing it unfold yourself.

I'll say up-front: the movie was rated PG-13, and had a little language and a brief "scene of sensuality" (not graphic, but quite obviously not appropriate for everyone), so if those things are a barrier to you, get a ClearPlay DVD player or the EFR software. But I definitely feel like it was worth my time and emotional investment.

At the risk of revealing some details that you can find in a 30-second Google search, this much I'll say (feel free to skip ahead to the next paragraph if you don't want to know): in the end I found myself resolving become an organ donor, stop using my cellphone while driving, and tell my family I love them every day of my life.