Will Smith's Seven Pounds is taking a pounding from a good number of critics, who have been asked by the producers not to reveal any "spoilers." Consider A.O. Scott's comments in the New York Times "I don't see how any review could really spoil what may be among the most transcendently, eye-poppingly, call-your-friend-ranting-in-the-middle-of-the-night-just-to-go-over-it-one-more-time crazily awful motion pictures ever made. I would tell you to go out and see it for yourself, but you might Take That as a recommendation rather than a plea for corroboration. Did I really see what I thought I saw?" Lou Lumenick in the New York Post describes it as "a Will Smith weepie that should include diabetes testing in the admission price, as a 'gripping mystery.'" He goes on "The only mystery here is how many people are actually going to pay good money to watch this preposterous romantic melodrama, which uses a fractured narrative to cloud an absurd plot that would probably be laughed off the screen if it were presented in a straightforward manner." Tom Maurstad in the Dallas Morning News figures that the spoiler warning from producers represents a way to ward off any serious critique of the movie. " Seven Pounds is a bad, ridiculous movie, but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't be free to discover that yourself, unencumbered by a review's revelations," he concedes. "Still, it's almost ingenious how director Gabrielle Muccino and writer Grant Nieporte have concocted a movie that inoculates itself from advance criticism. A nonspoiler synopsis of the movie would be something like Will Smith plays a guy who's alternately a vengeful bully and a wish-granting saint for reasons that aren't explained until just before the movie ends. It's as if Mr. Smith took this role to test the limits of his box-office-king likability." Writing in the Chicago Tribune, critic Michael Phillips says that the movie "has a heart as big as all outdoors. Unfortunately it's made out of high-fructose bull." Like many critics, Phillips absolves Smith of blame for the film's deficiencies. "He's not the problem, although if a major player green-lights a more grandiose and specious screenplay about redemption any time this century, it'll be a miracle."