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In the coming days, audiences will emerge from Seven Pounds scratching their heads at its Manojian twists and puzzling over the meaning of its unexplained title. (It's the precise weight of its script's heavy-handedness.)
Rosario Dawson, meanwhile, came away from shooting the feature with some lingering questions of her own: particularly, doubts regarding her own desirability over co-star/CoS-dabbler Will Smith's seeming reluctance to dive into their scheduled love scenes. From LAT:
"Will wouldn't start kissing for weeks," she said, laughing. "It would be on the schedule, we'd have lights and everything set up, and he would end up being like, 'I'm not feeling it tonight. I don't think it's going to happen. Let's wait another week.' I was checking my breath, smelling myself, trying to see: 'Am I offending the man in some way?' "
"But we were talking about it from the beginning: He'd only done one other love scene, and that was with Jada [Pinkett Smith, his wife] in 'Ali.' I talked with Jada about it, and he asked if she could be there. It was a very, very endearing thing to see him be nervous."
It's sad that Dawson immediately pulled the old sexual-deficiency switcheroo of blaming herself, sulking back to her trailer worried that she may have put off her co-star with unpleasant body odors. Will is merely a consummate perfectionist—if one of cinema's more prudish leading men—and he was simply approaching the scenes from the truest place he could: by wooing his fictional lady with the same icked-out apprehension that greets her real-life counterpart whenever the Smiths get together for their monthly, Church-enforced conjugal visits.
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