Forget what's legal. Do what's right... A COP... A KILLER... A DEADLINE! The clock is ticking and time is running out as detectives Leo Kessler (Charles Bronson) and Paul McAnn (Andrew Stevens) track down a psychotic killer who is brutally slaying young women. Caught in a web of legal red tape they seem unable to bring the murderer to justice. But when Kessler's daughter becomes the next target, only one law prevails - Kessler's Law - the law of the gun!
Some people think Charles Bronson sold himself short by making the awesomely tasteless [i]Death Wish 2[/i] in 1981, a sequel to the box office smash that had propelled him to superstar status seven years earlier, and that he did himself no favours by taking the Golan-Globus shilling and becoming the (stony) face of Cannon Films. Well, those people are talking cobblers, because Bronson made some fine films in the eighties, and this is close to the top of the heap. A misogynist serial killer who goes about his brutal business stark naked is on the loose in Los Angeles, and it's down to Bronson and his uptight young partner (Andrew Stevens) to lock him up before he strikes again. [i]10 to Midnight[/i] walks the line between horror and thriller like a drunk with his shoelaces tied together, and that's what makes this such a treat for fans of glossy exploitation - J.Lee Thompson, fresh from [i]Happy Birthday To Me[/i], directs with a gleeful disregard for matters of taste and decency, the screenplay is a near-masterpiece of right-wing rabble-rousing, the soundtrack is loaded with screeching guitars and triumphant synthesizers - it's eighties cheese to the core. A ton of fun for lovers of vigilante thrillers.