You might think, based on this movie, that Al Pacino is returning to his roots. His character -- a forensic psychiatrist and professor, who is used as an expert witness and singlehandedly sends someone to death row (we later find out there's not a shred of other evidence in the case) -- has that same frantic nature of so many of Pacino's characters, from Dog Day Afternoon to The Insider. But this isn't such a movie. Because ... let's see ... where should we begin? Let's start with the entire premise of the movie: that Pacino's character has 88 minutes to live and has to solve his own murder before it happens (I won't give away who's behind the plot to kill him, but the trailer seems to). Supporting players include Ryan from The O.C. and a handful of pretty young ladies who seem to want nothing more than to be at this forensic psychiatrist's side. But of course: He saves them from being hit by cars, after all. They might also end up dead at the end of the day, but that's a small price to pay for a night with such a famous professor/expert witness. Yeah, don't blame me: I already told you the premise was silly.

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