88 Minutes

Al Pacino is a god to me.  I look forward to any chance to see him in a new movie.
Even when the movie itself isn't so great, like this one.

In 88 Minutes, you race around Seattle with Al, trying to find your own would-be killer before it's too late.  Everyone is a suspect.  Everyone is also sexy, young, female, and has the hots for Al.  And who could blame them? 

But the downside is, if you take your attention away from Al Pacino's stone-cold-foxiness, you'll notice the plot.  You'll start wondering, "What the hell is going on?  Who is this killer?"  And when you finally find out, if you're like me, you won't be too impressed.  "Oh.  So that's it."

But some would say that it's not the destination that matters, it's getting there.
And "getting there" with Al is always a blast.