Throughout this entire movie I felt as if I had slipped into a dream. The reason I say this is due to the fact that I couldn't believe that I was actually watching this movie in reality. I spent 108 migraine-inducing minutes struggling to convince myself that a living/breathing Al Pacino was in fact acting in this movie and not just unknowingly CGI'd into it.



As strangely absurd as this may sound this movie raised an interesting question in my mind, is there really such a thing as a fine line between a psychological thriller and a dead-pan comedy? '88 Minutes' proves that there is, and it walked that line like a drunk blind man with a peg leg.



This is the kind of movie that makes you wonder if it's a real possibility that the cast and crew's primary goal was to make a movie that would undeniably become a camp classic, rivaling some of the greats such as 'Battlefield Earth'. I guess we'll never know.



I can, however, say one good thing about this movie, and that is the fact that it has a very new and distinct directing/editing style, which I believe it invented all on it's own. And that style is to construct a movie in which cliche after cliche are so tightly linked together that the viewer can't tell the difference between this movie and the last piece of Hollywood garbage they saw. I am being sincerely honest when I say that I have seen hemorrhoid cream commercials with more depth and meaning than this movie.



The only conclusion which I can draw from this movie is that Al Pacino and John Avnet got together one night and said, "Hey, I think we've had enough of the movie business, whatdya say we murder our careers on this next one huh?"