If the long national nightmare that is Al Pacino's career decline wasn't set to continue later this year with his cop-schlocky Robert De Niro/Jon Avnet reteaming Righteous Kill, then maybe we would have simply Lysol-ed away the scourge of 88 Minutes after its opening weekend and left it at that. But seeing as even Pacino's own producer has seen fit to pile on in Patrick Goldstein's latest column, we think a prolonged period of mourning is in order after the jump.