Latha

Latha’s “Ten Hours” (2025) is one of those films that refuses to play by the rules. The whole thing unravels over, well, ten hours—no time jumps, no cheats, just real-time tension that’ll have you checking your watch and then forgetting what time it is. The story kicks off with Latha’s character waking up to a cryptic message on her phone, something about a past mistake that’s finally caught up to her. Classic setup, right? Except everything that follows is anything but predictable. She’s got this mix of vulnerability and steeliness, which is wild to watch as she barrels through a city that feels like it’s closing in on her. Every hour, there’s a new twist: a stranger following her, a friend who suddenly isn’t so friendly, secrets that start to spill out in public places where no one’s really listening. The city itself turns into a character—rain-soaked streets, neon lights, and that weird sense of being totally alone in a crowd. The film leans hard into suspense, but it’s not just about the chase. There’s this gnawing question about whether redemption is even possible or if she’s just running in circles. Latha’s performance? Absolutely magnetic. You can see every thought flicker across her face, which is half the fun. By the time the clock’s run out, you’re left wondering who was really pulling the strings and if any of us can ever actually outrun our past.