Literally, yes, the hit-and-run takes place in the middle of winter. But there’s also an excessive coldness and gloom to the writing and cinematography of “Seven Seconds” that make it exhausting to watch.
If you need to find me over the next two weeks, I’ll be glued to any screen I can get my hands on, live-streaming NBC and cheering on the U.S.A. in winter sports I only aggressively pretend to know the slightest about. From the moment the torch is lit, it’s pure magic for me. While some merely view the Olympics as an exploitative and over-hyped money-maker, to me, the Games carry an entirely different connotation of unity, identity and wholesome entertainment.