Two Hours From Hell? Sign Me Up.

A. O. Scott's review of the latest Will Smith vehicle, Seven Pounds, makes me want to see the movie. It includes this paragraph:

...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?

If the movie is really that bad -- and I don't doubt it -- it might be worth seeing. At the very least, it's often more fun to write about the terrible than the good, so I could report back and we could share some laughs.