Review of 88 Minutes (2007) by Stephen E — 01 Jul 2012
In the world of cinema, there are two kinds of bad: so bad that it's good and so bad that it's just plain bad. Of the two, "88 Minutes" belongs in the former category. Here is a film so lazily written and so poorly handled that it often succeeds as a good unintentional comedy.
There are moments so ludicrous and nonsensical that you can't help but laugh at the sheer insanity of them, and every scene that's meant to thrill is totally free of suspense. Now, when it comes down to who is responsible, director Jon Avnet takes most of the blame.
Either he doesn't know what he's doing or he does but just isn't very good at it. The film's only saving grace is Al Pacino, who is so unrelentingly funny with his completely uncharismatic performance that I laughed almost every time he spoke.
He stumbles across dead bodies and chases after bad guys as if he's stuck in some kind of trance, looking bored and mumbling through his lines with zero gusto.
This review of 88 Minutes (2007) was written by Stephen E on 01 Jul 2012.
88 Minutes has generally received mixed reviews.
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