Seven Pounds

Film Brain: Now many people found this movie touching. I didn't. It struck a nerve. It's bad enough that the film is severely boring because it's obvious what is going on. It's bad enough that the movie is so morose and miserable. It's bad enough that it's pretentious tosh. It's bad enough that Will Smith himself is desperately Oscar Baiting by dialing back his signature charm to trace levels and acting as mopey as possible. No, my real issue is with the film's message. Tim's sacrifice at the end of the movie is celebrated and he's made a martyr. I'm sorry, but I find that profoundly worrying. The movie is literally saying that suicide is okay as long as you donate your organs. What the fuck kind of message is that?