On the day that a serial killer that he helped put away is supposed to be executed, a noted forensic psychologist and college professor receives a call informing him that he has 88 minutes left to live.
In Seattle, the successful forensic psychiatrist and college professor Jack Gramm is in evidence since he was responsible for the condemnation of the serial killer Jon Forster, influencing the jury to sentence him to the death row. Jon accuses Jack of manipulation, inducing one witness and sister of one of his victims to testify against him. On the eve of Jon's execution, Jack receives a phone call telling him that he has only eighty-eight minutes of life, while a killer is copycatting Jon, killing women with the same "modus-operandi" and is investigated by Seattle Slayer Task Force. With the support of associate Shelly Barnes, an FBI agent, his friend Frank Parks, and his assistant Kim Cummings, Jack investigates some weird and problematic students, a security guard of the campus and the woman with whom he had one night stand. Written by
Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Neal McDonough plays a character named Jon Forster. Although it is spelled differently, the character's name is pronounced the same as the name of the feared South African Prime Minister John Vorster. See more »
After he commandeers the taxi, he pulls up to a curb right next to a telephone pole. When they exit the car moments later, the pole is missing. See more »
Look at me. Look at the kite.
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Written by Eddy Garcia, Steed Najera, Bobby Nardulli, Haroun Serang, Dennis Morehouse, Kenneth Thomas Alarcon a.k.a. DJ KTA
Performed by Triple Seven
Published by Polyvinyl Cracker Music (ASCAP)
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Let me say this straight. This movie is such a calamity, so bad, so dysfunctional, that I'm still wondering what went through those people minds?
In my opinion, the last scene reflects what this nonsense is all about. Al Pacino, running and acting like a grandpa who is trying to look like a forty-year old, which ends of course into a total cinematographic tragedy. Worse than that, I'm truly convinced that he is aware of his pathetic appearance in this fragile movie and asks himself throughout the entire shooting "what the hell am I doing here?"
And if this was not bad enough, what is he doing out there staring with young actors that seem to come directly from one of those teenager horror B movies? Pacino seems completely uninterested, his dialogues and general acting deprived of the slightest intensity or wit. The last scene manages to bring all this sad spectacle together and, if we add the boring plot and especially the amateur editing, than I would suggest that we are in the presence of one of the worst movies ever.
Save your money and your nerves.
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