Well, that was the longest seven minutes of my life. An uninspired tale of a small-town robbery gone wrong, 7 Minutes abounds in clichés.
It’s handsomely shot and reasonably well-acted, and it’ll likely get Martin better gigs as a director, if not a screenwriter.
Unlike guilty-pleasure Guy Ritchie crime films, in which vivid characters and unlikely subplots converge in lush visual mayhem, 7 Minutes is humorless and perfunctory, its heavies and protagonists never so much as aspiring to transcend or challenge the stereotypes they represent.
Whether because of race, shame, shelter, or fright, 7 Minutes remains white in the face throughout.
Although stylish and intriguingly told, the twisty crime drama "7 Minutes" never quite jumps out of the pack.
Despite its unconvincing seriousness mixing poorly with its unconvincing dark comedy, 7 Minutes proves difficult to despise outright; it’s watchably swift and somewhat engaging in the moment.
Another ho-hum slacker heist flick.
Heist pictures don’t come much dumber than 7 Minutes.
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