It's a little 'sad to think that the emblem of Italian cinema abroad and Gabriele Muccino. A lamentable because the director Roman embodies that aspect of our national filmmaking made obvious, cliché, good feelings and easy hooks on the public, but absolutely lacking in originality, courage and art. "The Last Kiss" and "Ricrodati me" tell the usual family dramas, trivial and already seen, with dialogues scontantata and classic elements to make inroads in the viewer, such as scenes from the strong pathos made of screams, tears, and ran at breakneck speed (preferably in the rain) and so on. Not to mention the sordid photographs of generational trent'enni today.
The first film in Hollywood Muccino was a pimp job, safely, and for sure this would have no difficulty in cashing out big bucks at the box office. Good feelings, easy tear, the stubborn struggle of common man to defend his son and his future.
not so much hit that "Seven Pounds", revised translation of the original "Seven Pounds" shakespiriana of memory, is a packaged product specifically to make inroads in the center of mass. Tight close-ups, look perpetually sullen Will Smith, racing at breakneck speed (toh, look, rain), pain, love broken and terminal illnesses.
The narrative structure that keeps the secret until the last question of why the main character to help others, would have the intention of bringing the viewer to follow until the end of the story as if it were a mystery to solve and likely to give that bit of originality to the film. The goal, however, failed miserably because in reality the secret is revealed in mid-film when you see the newspaper article reporting the accident that killed 7 people. So what could also be an element of interest for the film, ends up being poorly managed and even counterproductive. But it is the whole script to appear weak. Apart from the already repeated cliche of drama with the addition of the classic story of impossible love (with a scene in bed where the two protagonists tell their desires and dreams of a future that will never know), add dishes dialogues, Discounted and disgustingly saccharine.
So you save very little of this meat loaf ripping heart. Perhaps the only positive note goes to Rosario Dawson, even though his character and the flatness of the script does not help much to break away from the banality that fills the entire film. Instead, by rejecting Smith in one of the most pandering interpretations of his career, always looking for more suffering and sorrow of the look it has.
and directed by Muccino is confirmed for what it is. Certainly it's given credit for having arrived where all the directors (and others) are hoping to reach Europe one day, and should be given credit for having adapted its director the stylistic features of film stars and stripes. Too bad that all this will end up giving mediocre results and it is no coincidence that in the States "Seven Pounds" has been called the worst film of 2008.
A movie made only by a public that does not tear easily search anything more from a movie.
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