88 Minutes is over-the-top enough to be entertaining, especially with Al Pacino as some sort of Seattle super shrink who stows a bomb detector in his penthouse safe. Pacino's character is prepared to the point where it takes longer than 88 minutes for his would-be murderers to catch up with him. They can cut into his cell phone conversations, but their elaborate homicide plans are no match for the doc and his trusty (or is she?) office manager. Not even the professor's sexy student aide with a porn star name can seduce the consummate professional. (Trivia: The actress who plays Pacino's aide made her big screen debut as Paul Atriedes' little sis!) Probably would have been disappointed paying to watch this film at the cinema, but it's a perfectly good home theater movie with managed expectations.
