88 Minutes (2007)
88 Minutes is a cluttered thriller which maintains a fair level of suspense but not much logic as forensic psychiatrist Al Pacino runs the Seattle Marathon in 88 minutes trying to solve an unimpressive scheme in which he is implicated in a number of murders that seems to emulate the modus operandi of a serial killer Pacino helped convict several years ago. Jon Avnet's directorial style is like television's "24", only without the edge and style. And the script, unexpertly scribbled together by Gary Scott Thompson, presents us with the not so appealing package of being both boring and wildly implausible. Al Pacino obviously avoids trying to put any emotion into this. Instead, he covers his face in his hands during the film's supposedly emotional climax. He is surrounded by a pile of unwarranted mysterious supporting characters, whom Avnet have popping up all over the place all the time. They might amuse you, if not their casting agents. Leelee Sobieski and Deborah Kara Unger (as usual) give lectures in bad acting in their hopeless roles. It's a new low for Avnet, who showed potential in the early 1990s with Fried Green Tomatoes and The War.