Nine years after his testimony led to the conviction of serial killer Jon Forster (Neal McDonough), forensic psychiatrist Jack Gramm (Al Pacino) learns that a copycat murder has been committed -- most likely to cast doubt on the conviction and set up a stay of execution. As Forster gives TV interviews from death row, Gramm gets a phone call informing him that he has 88 minutes to live. His investigation (which moves strangely slowly, given the ticking-clock set up) leads to many suspects, including students at the university where he teaches, his teaching assistant Kim (Alicia Witt), ethereal colleague Carol (Deborah Kara Unger), and a young man on a motorcycle. The murder scenes are grisly (women hang upside down by one leg, cut with a scalpel so they slowly bleed to death), and Gramm isn't exactly helped along by friend/FBI agent Frank Parks (William Forsythe), especially when Gramm is implicated in the latest murder.
Parts of the plot don't make much sense. Given how hectic his supposed last hour-plus on earth becomes, it's a good thing that Gramm has an able assistant, Shelly (Amy Brenneman), who keeps track of phone calls, gathers information, and sets up multiple media connections for him. Otherwise he wouldn't survive for 10 minutes, let alone 88. Though he insists he's grateful, Gramm remains annoyingly self-centered and sloppy in his own thinking -- usually his process is translated into clunky, sepia-tinted flashbacks so viewers can follow his process of putting together clues (most of which audiences will already have figured out). He badgers his students, repeatedly puts Kim in danger, and still finds time to help a little old lady -- apparently a sign of his compassion, but it's so incongruous that it seems silly.
A college professor (Al Pacino), who moonlights as a forensic psychiatrist for the FBI, receives a death threat that says he has only 88 minutes to live. To save his life, he must use all his skills and training to narrow down the possible suspects, which include a disgruntled student, a jilted former lover and a serial killer on death row.
There are few movie pleasures more reliable than the spectacle of watching Al Pacino become unhinged. So when his new movie is called \"88 Minutes,\" and all the advertising says it's about a guy who finds out that some stranger is going to kill him in precisely 88 minutes, that combination of story and actor sets up a certain expectation - namely, that we're going to get the Full Pacino. You know, the sputtering, the saliva spraying, the dipping knees, the touching walls with the palm of his hand ...
There's a lunatic in jail that Jack put away years ago, and now, hours before the lunatic is about to be executed, a copycat crime is committed that's so precisely like the previous crimes that law enforcement starts wondering - maybe the state is about to execute the wrong man. At the same time, Jack gets a phone call telling him he'll be dead in 88 minutes.
Nine years ago, torturer and murderer Jon Forster (Neal McDonough) was convicted and sentenced to death after being testified against by forensic professor Jack Gramm (Pacino). In the present day, Forster is due to be executed at midnight. But then, several more murders with an identical modus operandi occur, and then, on the way to his class, Gramm receives a threatening phone call telling him he has 88 minutes to live...This film provides examples of: Catchphrase: Jon Forster: \"Tick tock, doc.\" Lauren Douglas:\"Tick tock, tick tock. You have [X] minutes to live.\" Pacino gives an Ironic Echo version to Forster at the end: \"Tick tock, tick tock, you have 12 hours to live.\" Cold-Blooded Torture: Forster is known to indulge in this, as depicted by the opening. Depraved Bisexual: Possibly, although it's also heavily implied to fall under the Psycho Lesbian trope as well or at the same time. Lauren is introduced to the audience as a lesbian, and she hooks up with a woman, but she's also working with Forster and gruesomely tortured a woman to death. It's heavily implied that she had romantic feelings for Forster, too. Disposable Woman: Gramm's sister, who was horribly tortured to death by a serial killer, and he blames himself because...he was defending his Ph D at the time. Gramm's hookup Sara is gruesomely raped and murdered although the rape part seems to be a fake to corner him for allegedly giving false testimony about Forster. Extremely Short Time Span: Actually a little more than 88 minutes. Gay Best Friend: Straight man Gramm's secretary Shelly is also his good friend but rules herself out of being with Gramm romantically because she's a lesbian. Girl Friday: Gramm's secretary Shelly, who is a loyal friend and helps throughout the film when Gramm needs it the most. I Let Gwen Stacy Die: Gramm is tormented by the murder of his younger sister. Incompatible Orientation: Gramm says he and Shelly would be perfect together, but she points out she's gay. He knows, but Gramm clearly likes the idea despite this. Kavorka Man: Gramm, clearly in his 60's, seems to attract every straight woman on the set, all of whom are young and attractive. Large Ham:\"DID I BLOW MY CAAAAR! DID I SHOOT BULLETS AT MYSELF!\" Lipstick Lesbian: Shelly, who mentions she's gay early on but has entirely feminine looks and manner. Ms. Fanservice: While naked, Sara does a weird leg stand while also brushing her teeth. Gramm's reaction is appropriately a mix between excitement and an unstated \"What the hell\" look. A bit later, Kim Cummings, who plays a major role in the film, is seen with a purple top and blue jeans just before she and Gramm escape from the apartment. Luckily, she's got plenty of time to put on her brown jacket that she wears for most of her on-screen time. Naked Apron: Sara in the beginning is wearing one, and nothing else. Never Trust a Title: The movie is actually over 100 minutes long. Race Against the Clock: The titular 88 minutes Gramm has left before the killer is done playing with him and actually kills him. Really Gets Around: Gramm is indicated to have frequent casual sex with much younger, attractive women. Slow-Motion Fall: Lauren does one after being shot by Parks in the finale. Shout-Out: The entire final showdown takes its influence from Die Hard, even right down to a Slow-Motion Fall (see above). Spiritual Successor: To the little known film Ticker, released six years prior. Stock Scream: At the beginning of the film, Janie Cates (who fully speaks throughout her on-screen time) makes one. Time Title: The protagonist is informed he only has that long to live, although, the running time is 70 Minutes. What Happened to the Mouse: Plot threads and shady characters come and go without any full resolution.
In \"88 Minutes,\" Pacino plays Dr. Jack Gramm, a Seattle forensic psychiatrist whose testimony led to the conviction of a serial killer, Jon Forster, whose grisly handiwork we are introduced to in the film's opening minutes. Nine years later, on the eve of Forster's scheduled execution, a copycat killing suddenly casts doubt on Forster's guilt as he attempts a stay of execution.
This business of the 88 minutes ticking away is a pale imitation of the old \"High Noon\" ploy of playing out suspense in real time. After a while, though, I began to take a perverse pleasure in wallowing in the awfulness of it all.
Nine years later, on the morning of the day this guy is finally about to be executed, a copycat killer known as \"the Seattle Slayer\" sends the doctor a threatening message telling him that he too will die that day, and, in fact, has only 88 minutes to live.
As those minutes transpire in something close to real time, director Jon Avnet fills them with a bombing, a shootout, more murders, a conspiracy as complex as \"The Da Vinci Code\" and more suspects than \"Murder on the Orient Express.\"
Exposure to extreme cold environments is potentially life-threatening. However, the world record holder of full-body ice immersion has repeatedly demonstrated an extraordinary tolerance to extreme cold. We aimed to explore thermoregulatory, metabolic, and cardiovascular responses during 88 min of full-body ice immersion. We continuously measured gastrointestinal temperature (Tgi ), skin temperature (Tskin), blood pressure, and heart rate (HR). Oxygen consumption (VO2 ) was measured at rest, and after 45 and 88 min of ice immersion, in order to calculate the metabolic heat production. Tskin dropped significantly (28-34C to 4-15C) and VO2 doubled (5.7-11.3 ml kg-1 min-1 ), whereas Tgi (37.6C), HR (72 bpm), and mean arterial pressure (106 mmHg) remained stable during the first 30 min of cold exposure. During the remaining of the trial, Tskin and VO2 remained stable, while Tgi gradually declined to 37.0C and HR and mean arterial blood pressure increased to maximum values of 101 bpm and 115 mmHg, respectively. Metabolic heat production in rest was 169 W and increased to 321 W and 314 W after 45 and 80 min of ice immersion. Eighty-eight minutes of full-body ice immersion resulted in minor changes of Tgi and cardiovascular responses, while Tskin and VO2 changed markedly. These findings may suggest that our participant can optimize his thermoregulatory, metabolic, and cardiovascular responses to challenge extreme cold exposure.
The screenplay by Gary Scott Thompson is a poor stew of a TV police procedural, serial killer movie and torture porn flick. Pacino plays Dr. Jack Gramm, a forensic psychiatrist who works for the FBI in Seattle. Almost a decade ago, Gramm was instrumental in sending a serial rapist and murderer (Neil McDonough) to jail, thanks to damning testimony. Now, after a series of copycat murders, Gramm gets a mysterious call from a stranger, who says only that he has 88 minutes to live. The rest of the film then plays out (in real-time) as a ticking-clock thriller with a whodunit, as Gramm must beat the clock to unmask his pursuer and nab the copycat killer. 781b155fdc