seven pounds: a review from someone who cares

muccino, who balanced humor and pathos so well in happiness, goes too heavy on the melodrama this time, at the expense of practically any other emotional shadings.

the intrigue of putting the clues of the plot together is fun in the beginning but becomes tedious midway through. the whole thing ends in what's meant to be a spectacular act of selfless generosity -- but really plays as mad, messianic egoism.

muccino lays on the melodrama so thick that i felt like i needed a shower by the end, and instead of shedding a tear, i couldn't wait to get out of the theater.
....a well-intentioned misfire. give smith credit for taking chances, but that's an A for effort, not for the actual film.