88 Minutes / Dustin Rowles
Film Reviews | April 18, 2008 | Comments ()
Forensic psychiatrist (Al Pacino) testifies, puts away serial killer (Neal McDonough); copycat killer aims to rub out psychiatrist in exactly 88 minutes. Inexplicably shoots at him, blows up car well before time expires. Huh? Frames him for murders. Stupid, nonsensical twists. Poorly acted. Predictable mystery: Numerous red herrings; zero suspense; killer more obvious than AC/DC hook. Moshfuck of tedium.
Pacino overacts (duh); subtlety of donkey punch. Worst movie of career. Hoo-Wah! Paycheck. Buy yourself some dignity, pal.
Answer to burning question: Movie is 108
Tick Tock. Blurgh.
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