Ten Minutes to Live (1932)

A historic piece of early African-American cinema, but unfortunately not very good. A nightclub singer is offered a place in a producer's new film, though all he wants to do really is indulge in some horizontal jogging. Someone else at the club gets a note telling them they will be killed ten minutes later!

The execution is quite poor and feels like a silent movie which was later dubbed with sound (which by 1932 was rather strange). The film actually is two separate stories, the second story is nearly entirely silent. The stories themselves, which take place in the same Harlem night club, are hard to follow at times with the number of cutaways. The film does include a number of music and dance acts and it is best just to enjoy them and the odd arty touch of this film, and not the story.