Promise me that you’ll never make the same mistakes that I have made. Promise me that you won’t ever see this move. PROMISE ME!!
You know that movie “88 Minutes” staring Al Pacino? They had the title half right, it actually should have been called “88 Minutes of Your Life You’ll Never Get Back”.
Wow. What an incredible peace of crap. Here’s what I don’t understand: why do actors sign on to make a movie that is clearly craptastic? I can’t imagine Pacino picking up the script and thinking to himself, “I’m an Academy Award winning actor. Anything I touch turns to gold! Even this completely unbelievable script that will eventually star Leelee Sobeski as a murderer.” Really? I mean really. And what happens at the premiere of the movie? Do they sit there thinking to themselves, “Shit, I can actually hear my career being flushed down the toilet”? Or do they believe that it’s actually a good flick?
Don’t believe how bad it is? Here, take a looky loo at the “fantastic dialogue:
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Jon Forster: Dr. Gramm, I want you to listen very closely, because when I get out of here I’m going to go have a nice hot meal, stop by your grave, and then piss all over it. Now please put my angel attorney on the phone.
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Dr. Jack Gramm: She’s dead. It’s over, Forster. Except for the clock that goes tic-tock, tic-tock. You got twelve hours to live. [throws phone over banister]
I’m in physical pain. Someone really should be punished for writing, directing, producing, and or acting in this “film”. Someone should pay!