Sure, Ice Queen is the villain here. She’s the one who’s in the wrong for doin’ ALL THE THINGS she was supposed to do, and her promised man-prize was stolen.
Writer, director, and star Chris Rock is so close to something great here, but he gives in too easily to the unchallenging and the very conventional.
Deliciously preposterous, with misdirections and red herrings scattered about like enigmatic confetti…
I want to believe that this is a joke. Then again, I’ve been trying to convince myself for years that the movie-stardom of Kevin James is a joke, but it’s really real. So I guess this movie is real, too.
A runaway freight train loaded with dangerous chemicals is heading into a densely populated area! It’s a missile the size of the Chrysler Building! But wait! A reliable old-hand Hollywood star and a hungry new up-and-comer will save us all! Though there will be some explosions for your entertainment!
In my review of Seven Pounds I said this: [W]hat Will Smith(TM) is doing, particularly in the cases of these two of the seven people he is handing a pound of his flesh — either metaphorically or literally — is wildly unethical to the point that any honest version of this movie would end with … more…
Some people like ambiguity from their movies. Others, not so much.