Review – 88 Minutes

So a serial killer wants Al Pacino dead? Can’t say I find much fault in the intention. In this stinker Pacino plays a forensic psychologist being framed in a series of brutal killings by a copycat trying to get a brutal killer off death row. So brilliant investigator that he is, our hero decides to solve the mystery by walking up to every other character in the movie and asking point-blank questions that might as well be “did you do it?” Real mystery writers must be turning over in their graves (even the ones who aren’t dead yet). The story is too stupid and the killer’s crimes too repulsive to even vaguely justify any entertainment value that might otherwise be found here. Wish I’d skipped it