Saw 88 Minutes today.
Awful, awful movie.
And Al Pacino officially looks like a crazy man. Who can’t seem to stop touching girls in the movie.
I kept giggling when they would show a one shot of him standing there, looking far off with his hair wild, like some schizophrenic homeless guy who’s suddenly realized he’s naked in front of the Queen at the ball. Near the end of the movie, this guy in front of me kept turning around to laugh with me every time they showed him with that crazy look.
The movie didn’t even make sense. I hate it when movies leave out the details that allow them to flow or when things are ridiculous and contrived.
My point. If you spend money on this movie, don’t say I wasn’t a good citizen by trying to warn you.