A college professor (Al Pacino), who moonlights as a forensic psychiatrist for the FBI, receives a death threat that says he has only 88 minutes to live. To save his life, he must use all his skills and training to narrow down the possible suspects, which include a disgruntled student, a jilted former lover and a serial killer on death row.
The opening of 88 minutes is pretty gruesome and you wonder why am I watching this? After the movie gets past the murder, it really gets going. Pacino puts away the murderer on trial and some doubts are risen if he got the right guy. 9 years pass and Pacino is woken to Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxxx on a quite Seattle morning. An attractive naked woman puts her shirt on as Pacino gets a call from his office. “A new murder and victim happened last night” his secretary tells him over the phone. That’s where the movie really gets moving and confuses us with every possible person who might be the suspect. Pacino gets a call on his cell phone with a distorted voice telling him “You’ve got 88 minutes to live doc. Tick Tock.
The movie takes so many twists and turns that I was so entertained with Pacino and the story. Most of the acting is on point in regards to the material and genre. A lot of the standard by the numbers cliches are done really well. The world itself is dark, wet and mysterious.
0 Snores out of 0 Snores. It’s amazing what a Al Pacino can do with a phone and good murder mystery. Can we please get 89 minutes the sequel 10 years later in the story?