A Seattle forensic psychiatrist (Al Pacino), whose testimony put a man on death row, is told by a disguised voice on his cell phone that he has 88 minutes to live. Who is behind it, and how do they plan to make good on their threat? The chief culprit in this catastrophe is Gary Scott Thompson’s ridiculous script, which lacks even the flimsiest shred of credibility. Despite Pacino’s well-known and dogged intensity and despite a better-than-average supporting cast (Alicia Witt, Leelee Sobieski, Amy Brenneman, Neal McDonough, William Forsythe, etc.), the movie is never believable for five seconds at a stretch—not the basic premise, the characters or the amount of time it takes to get around Seattle. Directed by Jon Avnet to little effect—but then, Hitchcock himself couldn’t have saved this turkey.