88 Minutes

88 Minutes is a tolerable (at best) thriller focused on one man’s crusade for survival and truth. The film is dependent on an inane phrase that is supposed to strike fear into our hearts: "Tick tock, Doc." This moving picture show is an asinine horror flick whose major fear factor is a threatening, robotic phone call. In a preposterous manner, this film’s objective is to keep us on the very edge of our seats. The illogical script by Gary Scott Thompson is desperate to keep us guessing through a myriad of not properly thought out red herrings. In every fashion, this horrid piece of cinema is calamitous. 88 Minutes is possibly the worst film of this year.