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88 Minutes | 
 enlarge | Actors: Al Pacino, Leelee Sobieski
Studio: Sony Pictures
Category: DVD
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Rating:  49 reviews
Sales Rank: 2434
Format: Ac-3, Color, Dolby, Dubbed, Dvd-video, Subtitled, Widescreen, Ntsc
Languages: English (Original Language), English (Subtitled), French (Subtitled), French (Dubbed)
Rating: R (Restricted)
Region: 99
Aspect Ratio: 2.35:1
Number Of Discs: 1
Running Time: 107 Minutes
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.2
Dimensions (in): 7.5 x 5.4 x 0.7
MPN: COLD23578D
UPC: 043396235786
EAN: 0043396235786
ASIN: B001C5LLLY
Theatrical Release Date: 2007
Release Date: September 16, 2008
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A riveting thriller about a forensic psychologist racing to prevent his own murder. Studio: Sony Pictures Home Ent Release Date: 02/24/2009 Starring: Al Pacino Leelee Sobieski Run time: 107 minutes Rating: R
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Al Pacino looks startled through much of 88 Minutes, as though taken by surprise at being cast in a thriller that must've first passed across the desks of Clint Eastwood and Harrison Ford. Still, Pacino brings his usual oomph to the role of a Seattle forensic psychiatrist, whose testimony secured the death sentence for a crazy serial killer (Neal McDonough). Wouldn't you know it, the very day the killer is sentenced to die, a copycat "Seattle Slayer" is on the loose, and Pacino starts getting ominous phone calls telling him the exact time of his own death. Tick tock: it's 88 minutes away. The film then serves up more red herrings than a Stalingrad fish fry, as possible culprits pop up every five minutes or so (among them an attractive group of med-school students played by Alicia Witt, Leelee Sobieski, and Benjamin McKenzie). Lapses in logic abound, but if you hunker down and zone in on Pacino's weary-eyed, poufy-haired professionalism, you can enjoy the goings-on. (They even make him run up flights of stairs, which one would have thought beyond him now.) Seattle's frequent stunt double, Vancouver, B.C., stands in as a location, and Jon Avnet supplies the slick direction. The cast is talented (including Amy Brenneman), leading you to guess that a lot of people will do anything just to work with Al Pacino. And you've got to admire Pacino's chutzpah at sharing the screen with statuesque actresses such as Brenneman and Sobieski; they tower over him, but he still holds his own. --Robert Horton
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 Godawful cinema has a new crusader December 3, 2008
C. Christopher Blackshere (Finding comfort in hell)
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
And his name is Pacino? NOOOO! Say it ain't so!
Even Al can't pull off a miracle with this script.
Quick plot synopsis--
Murders
Trial
Death sentence
Phone calls
Death threats
88 minutes to live
Pacino turns in a glorious performance, but...
Here's the problems--
1. Murder trial, a man is convicted with no DNA evidence, murder weapon, or solid eye witnesses. The verdict is reached solely on the testimony of Dr. Gramm(Pacino), a forensic psychiatrist, who has a strong hunch.
HUH?!? That reminds me of when I was a teenager, every time I knocked a girl up, I'd blame it on my brother. Now he's liable for like 7 or 8 child support payments a month, and suspiciously the kids all look alot like me. SSHHHH! please don't tell.
2. The chicks are all taller than Al.
3. If someone says they're gonna kill me in 88 minutes, I'd probably just chill at the police station for the next hour and a half. Hmmm, genius idea!
4. The chicks don't get naked.
5. The killer keeps calling or leaving messages, updating the time you have left. "You now have 71 minutes and 14 seconds to live." How lame. The time frame means absolutely nothing.
6. No gore.
7. Pacino's car blows up before the time expires. If he'd been in it, they'd have to change the name to 47 minutes.
8. They tried to combine Pacino's role in Heat and Insomnia.
9. Absurd plot holes.
10. They put the killer on live network TV just hours before his execution. No way, that would be on pay-per-view in real life.
FINAL GRADE--Worst Pacino movie ever! Yes, that includes Simone and The Recruit. He is still the man though, somebody give him a decent script! Dog Day Evening, Scent of Another Woman, Godfather IV, something!!!
1.5 stars
 It just wasn't that great! December 2, 2008
Michelle L. Beck (Atlanta, Georgia)
Although I found "88 Minutes" to be extremely predictable (meaning within the first 20 minutes, I had identified the killer), I rate it a 2. I will warn you that you will that identifying the killer is relatively easy especially for someone who watched these kinds of "cookie cutter thrillers".
The Plot: Seattle Forensic Psychiatrist (played by the very talented Al Pacino) has become a profiler/successful professor following a very big case involving the very bad, although attractive, crazed serial killer Forrester (played by Neal McDonough). It was the Doc's testimony (along with the survivor), that placed the last "nail in his coffin". Of course the stage is set for a showdown between the two.
Years pass and the eve of the execution is fast approaching. Guess what? Crimes are being committed with the same MO as the man who was convicted nine years prior. And even more surprising, the Doc is being framed and has been given 88 minutes to live. With both is personal and professional life in jeopardy, Pacino goes around accusing several people of murder while racing to save his life. As the list of suspects dwindle, Pacino realizes that the person who is threatening his life also knows about his past.
While the movie was not the worse that I have seen, it could have been better. But for a Sunday evening, with only football as an option, it was decent.
 Review of Used DVD December 1, 2008
Renee Cameron (Houston, TX)
I received this DVD in excellent condition. It was like brand new. I also enjoyed the movie very much.
 A Waste for Pacino November 29, 2008
J. Perkins (Connecticut)
This was a stupid movie. Al Pacino's talents are way above this script and plot. Had Keanu Reaves or Tom Cruise been in it, I'd probably have had enough sense to stop watching it after the first ten minutes, as they are as one dimensional and as trite as this film.
88 Minutes Doesn't Deserve 108 Minutes of Your Time November 25, 2008
James C. Gantt II (Charleston, SC)
About the most complex contribution Jon Avnet's 88 Minutes makes is that it somehow manages to be both predictable and surprisingly disappointing. Writer Guy Scott Thompson, whose other contributions include the TV show Knight Rider (2008), provides a fairly simple plot involving a highly successful celebrity psychiatrist (celebrity in that he's well-esteemed in his small Seattle pond, not celebrity in that he councils the rich and famous) who is slowly stalked (via cell phone!) by a creepy techno-altered voice that may or may not be coming from a copy-cat killer. Pacino, who is entirely miscast here, approaches his Dr. Gramm as if to say, I have played this character a thousand times. Now, what's my line? Typically he is stimulating and brings energy to even the most 2-dimensional roles, yet here he seems only exhausted and disheveled.
Dr. Gramm, despite being quite successful profiling crime scenes and serial killers, has terrible boundaries with his students. He flirts with them, drinks with them, and is out one night with them at a bar celebrating the fact that a serial killer (Neal McDonough) he helped send to death row has lost an appeal for clemency. Soon someone is dead and then we all arrive with Pacino staring out at his classroom, wondering which one of the clean-cut, pretty, model-like actresses is the killer.
It isn't long before we have car explosions and lots of people, including the unknown techno-voice killer, scrambling around and haunting each other on the phone. People jump from behind dark corners in garage stairwells, cryptic taunts miraculously appear, and then characters seem to suddenly get invented and written into the script for no other reason than to serve as "yet another unexpected suspect" who we all know didn't really do it. Or maybe they did. By the time we are head-first into this thing we don't really care. By the time the real killer is finally presented, we are delighted - not because we are surprised but because then we know that this convoluted and contrived mess that has all of the logic and brilliance of a 90s B-flick (see Sliver) is finally coming to an end. At some point I actually grew as exhausted as Pacino looks and lost interest and started counting how many times his character's phone rang, say, within 5 minutes. That was far more entertaining than the 108 minutes lost watching 88 Minutes.
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