88 Minutes (2008)

I've seen a lot of bad thrillers, and I've loved a lot of bad thrillers... but I have never loved a bad thriller as much as I love 88 Minutes (although Twisted comes close). It's hilarious from start to finish, from the moment Al Pacino's raggedy wig is introduced, to the moment Leelee Sobieski tries acting like a "bad girl." And believe me, that last one was doomed from the word "acting."

This movie really serves it up Slow Roll-style by setting its opening scene in 1997 -- and hammering this home by (a) including extreme close ups of a newspaper covering Princess Diana's death in 1997, (b) having two Japanese lesbian sisters briefly discuss Princess Diana's death in 1997, and (c) blasting Backstreet Boys music from 1997. BECAUSE IT'S 1997.

Then there is a weird courtroom scene that, if anything is to be gathered from the editing, takes place on a sea-plane and lasts nine whole years. Then there is Al Pacino waking up in bed with a naked college girl lifting her leg over her head and looking at her vagina in the mirror. What on earth is going on? you may ask yourself at this point. And the answer would be, ONE OF THE GREATEST BAD MOVIES OF ALL TIME.

Without going into too much more detail, the plot is as follows: Al Pacino gets a mysterious phone call saying he has 88 minutes to live. He spends the rest of the movie trying to figure out what the fuck is going on, which is kind what the audience does as well. There's Amy Brenneman, whose sole character trait is being a huge lesbian. And of course, there is Leelee Sobieski reminding us that she still alive but not shedding any light on why she pronounces words as if English is her second language.

I could go on for 88 minutes about how much I love this movie, but you should really rent it for yourself. 88 times. STRONGLY RECOMMENDED.