If Will Smith’s bottomless well of charm can’t save your movie then you know you’re in trouble.Hey there, loyal reader. Want a shiny new toy to keep you occupied for, oh, say, the next four hours?Using a list of Netflix’s Top 100 most-queued movies of the year, The New York Times breaks down what movies people are watching based on zip code. It’s an interactive time-suck which can lead you to hilarious, if predictable, discoveries. Like the fact that pretty much everyone in Seattle has seen Milk. Or that the only people within a 100 mile radius who bothered to rent the tween rom-com Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist are currently enrolled at the University of Washington. (And most likely in a sorority.)But the most confusing revelation of all: Will Smith’s heavy-handed, universally-panned Seven Pounds is the fourth-most rented movie of the year. A.0. Scott called it “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.” Renton, apparently, respectfully disagrees.