The problem with 7 Hours To Go is that style overpowers substance at all times.

The film’s biggest failure is to not make us care for any of the characters: all victims of terrible crimes. It uses stunts from movies like Usual Suspects and Now You See Me for effect — faking deceitful identities to fool the system and leaving clues all around the city to prove how clever the protagonist is. There is an attempt of a Psycho touch in the serial killer’s relationship with her Tai. Then there are lines like, “He is neither black nor white. He is grey.” I was guilty of missing the first ten minutes of the film, but I’m kinda glad I had to watch less of it.

Most of the acting is strictly functional, with Chatterjee making an unlikely inspirational teacher of the wonders of physics, and the production values are better suited for television than the big screen.

‘7 Hours To Go’ is not a good pick unless you want to witness a murder mystery of 114 minutes and wouldn’t mind leaving the theatre with a muddled head.

7 Hours To Go is gimmicky, lacking both the smarts and the menace of a thriller. Miss it…