I’d watch Regina King in anything. The actress was spectacular in American Crime, and she’s just as brilliant here.
Seven Seconds, Netflix’s newest crime thriller, is the story of a white policeman’s hit & run of a black teenager, and the ensuing cover-up. The story takes its time, but it’s captivating in both tone and nuance. The racial element is one that drives the narrative – every scene and every exchange is packed with what isn’t said, and that transforms the show into a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. Much like I was in The Night Of (a truly anxiety-inducing masterpiece), I was on the edge of my seat throughout.
As I mentioned above, Regina King is mindblowing here as the mother of the victim. Her big “scene” when she walks into her son’s hospital room is unforgettably haunting (it reminded me of a similar scene in This Is Us not long ago), and it should singlehandedly land her an Emmy nomination this summer. But also mightily impressive is Clare-Hope Ashitey as Assistant Prosecutor K.J. Harper. I’ve never seen the actress before, but she makes an immediate impression as an alcoholic and utterly miserable lawyer tasked with bringing justice to the case. There’s something strangely magnetic about Harper’s performance, and I can’t wait to see her butt heads with King going forward.
One familiar face who makes an appearance is David Lyons. I was a big fan of the actor on two short-lived shows (Revolution and Game of Silence), so it’s refreshing to see him on a series that looks like it actually works. His turn might seem like a typically antagonistic one, but I have a feeling the writers are going to be injecting a whole lot of dimension here. Fingers crossed.
An engrossing pilot packed with masterful performances. I’m curious to see how the show carries forward.