It's only April, so the year is still young, but we just may have a winner for the worst movie of 2008. This laughably inept psychological thriller stars Pacino as Dr. Jack Gramm, a forensic psychiatrist in Seattle famous for helping to put away murderous psychopaths. He dates babes, lives in a spiffy loft and sports a pouffy hairdo that must take hours to maintain. When a caller on his cell tells him that he has only 88 minutes to live, Gramm spends the rest of the film rushing around trying to figure out who wants him dead and how they plan to do it. 88 gets sillier and more implausible by the minute—how is Gramm zipping from one place to another so quickly without wings?—until, mercifully, it ends after wasting 105 minutes of a viewer's time.