Seven Pounds

Seven Pounds--no I didn't gain seven pounds. It's the name of a movie I just saw on PPV.

Way to spend an afternoon, watching one hell of a depressing movie. It's starring Will Smith--the only reason why I was watching it in the first place. The movie starts off really confusing, having many flashbacks and scenes that do not connect. But as I kept watching, the story became more captivating and ever more depressing. I've never seen Will Smith play such a role before and it was quite different from what he's used to (action movies).

As for the story itself, damn it was depressing. Will Smith gave up his life in order to change the lives of seven other people. He selectively picked out people who he deemed deserving of his organs. Smith committed suicide in order to end his own pain (figuratively) and also to help others in need. What's depressing about the movie anyway? I guess its the dying people. Seeing how many people are waiting for someone to die in order to get a vital organ transplant is simply ... depressing.

In sociology class, we learned about how the rich abuse the poor on a global scale. Rich Americans who need organs go to third world countries and buy organs for their operation. Most of them are kidney transplants because a person can live with one kidney. The exploitation is simply sickening. The donors are paid a bare minimum and are missing a kidney for the rest of their lives.

The problem is that most people are too selfish. Who cares what happens to the body after I'm dead? If my body can save ten lives, then so be it. For those people who want to "preserve" their "complete" body, that is simply despicable. How selfish can people be--to keep their organs to rot in the ground instead of giving it away to save other people's lives?

A truly sad world we live in...