Beau Bridges directs himself in this utterly preposterous but entertaining thriller. He plays a judge who was forced to release some minority punks who'd robbed and killed a woman, due to insufficient evidence. This enrages her husband (Ron Leibman), one of those local businessmen you see on TV with the corny ads. Since the husband is more than a little unhinged, he gets even by kidnapping the judges' smoking hot young wife (Julianne Phillips), and forcing the judge to go into the toughest parts of town to obtain some supposed evidence that would have helped convict the punks.
You don't have to think too hard about this one. It establishes itself as ridiculous escapism early on, with Bridges putting the pedal to the metal, so to speak. And that's the best thing about "Seven Hours to Judgment": it rarely stops moving, enabling itself to wrap up in a tidy 91 minutes. If it was attempting to make a statement on the sad, sad state of affairs regarding the "justice" system in the U.S.A., it kind of blows it by making Leibmans' character such a nutcase. He goes from being a sympathetic character to an out and out villain pretty quickly, enlisting the services of a simple minded employee (played by the massive "Tiny" Ron, who does get a good showcase). But it does sort of succeed, at least to some small degree, by giving Bridges' well-off character a chance to see how the other half lives.
Bridges is overall too insipid for us to root for him that much, while Phillips is wasted in a mostly thankless role. The two of them don't generate any real chemistry, either. Leibman, as he's so often been prone to do, absolutely demolishes the scenery. Reggie Johnson ("Platoon") is fine as a clichéd tough talking gangbanger. Familiar faces like John Aylward ('ER'), John Billingsley ('Enterprise'), and Steve Harris ('The Practice') turn up, while veteran actor Al Freeman Jr. ("Malcolm X", 'One Life to Live') has a nice presence as Bridges' psychiatrist friend.
Location filming in Seattle does help a fair bit in the enjoyment of this one. If you desire mindless B movie thrills, you could do worse.
Six out of 10.
