A should-have-been-straight-to-video real-time thriller that inexplicably got a feature-film budget and impressive cast to sign up, 88 Minutes is a long slog of red herrings, inane logic, and general silliness without even a hint of humor or self-awareness. Centered around a truly awful Al Pacino performance, the story has a decent hook (a forensic psychiatrist who helped put away a serial killer receives a phone call that he has 88 minutes to live on the day the killer is scheduled for execution), but it fails to make good on anything, whether it be suspense, character development, or even basic narrative clarity, not to mention its title, which promises some 15 minutes less to endure than the movie actually inflicts. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)