Seven seconds is all it took for Netflix’s new gritty crime drama to grab me by my grey, chocolate stained trackies and pull me in.
From the moment I first watched four New Jersey cops make the decision to leave a 15-year-old black boy to bleed out in the snow, I knew I’d be bingeing Seven Seconds from beginning to end in a single weekend.
The 10-episode series based on the Russian film The Major follows the aftermath of a white police officer and his narcotics unit covering up the fact he ran over Brenton Butler and left him to die.
What starts as a case no one cares about, just another black faceless gang banger, soon becomes a racially fuelled murder investigation when the teenager dies.
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Seven Seconds isn’t a who-dunnit, or a why-dunnit. We know right from the start exactly who committed the crime, how it happened and why.
The hook is, will they be caught?
How will a state prosecutor with a taste for Bombay Sapphire gin and tonics (Clare-Hope Ashitey) and a washed up detective (Michael Mosley) connect the crime back to police corruption? And if they can, will the Butlers get the justice they deserve?
If you’re looking for something to fill the hole left by The Sinner, Mindhunter and Manhunt: Unabomber, Seven Seconds is it. Only you should know, it won’t plug up the gaps completely – think of it like an octagon peg.
The Sinner and Seven Seconds have a few things in common – a troubled lead detective with marital problems, a Nordic Noir aesthetic, the way the plot is structured to keep you invested right to the end and brilliant performances from familiar A-list faces.