Jay Killion had been the presidential bodyguard, but for the inauguration of the recently elected president, he is assigned to the first lady, Lara Royce. Lara, an arrogant feminist, initially hates the methodical and by the book Killion, and so she does all she can to avoid him and disregard his safety procedures. The situation becomes complicated when repeated attempts are made on Lara's life. Eventually Lara decides to trust Killion's instincts and precautionary methods, and the pair embark on a difficult and often perilous cross-country journey, with the assassins close on their heels.......Ah The Cannon group, the epitome of eighties production companies. Their movie are like cheese on toast, really good throwaway comfort, but too much can be very bad for you, so one every now and again is a must, especially when there go to guy Bronson is involved.This is one of his more poorer efforts though, not quite reaching Messenger Of Death risibility, but nowhere near as over the top as Kinjite, or Murphys Law, this film would have definitely benefited from being R-rated, and a little more action packed.So the film consists mostly of Jill Ireland making Bronsons life a misery (life imitating art?), by calling him names, running away from him every chance she has, and ignoring the fact that almost everybody who isn't wearing a suit wants to kill her.And then there's the rest of the film, the Cannon goodness, featuring Bronson on a machine gun wielding Bike,mourning into Danny Trejo when he jumps of and firing a rocket launcher.............a rocket launcher, into a barn.The guy here is 60+, and he's still running around like someone half his age. The set pieces are splendidly over the top, and you know you are watching terrific trash, when you see Bronson throw an empty machine in an hilarious way at a man in a wet suit.He two leads aside, the acting is woeful, the White House exterior looks like a chain restaurant, and it all ends with a man falling out of a window.Absolute rubbish, but by George, it's fun while it lasts.

Among the worst Charles Bronson films he did with Golan Globus. This conspiracy thriller lacks intensity, action or much of anything.The story involves Bronson (looking haggard at 64) as a former Special Forces turned Secret Service Agent, who has to protect the obnoxious new first lady played by Jill Ireland. Soon the couple, have to go on the run, as assassins are hot on their tail.The story is bland as ever and the movie feels more like a pensioner holiday in the countryside than a thriller. Even more egregious is the inappropriate romance between Charles Bronson and his much younger female agent. Additionally, the dialogue is trite and juvenile. Skip and avoid this embarrassment of a movie.1/10

Bronson plays Jay Killian, a secret service agent who has been transferred from guarding the newly elected President of the U.S. to now guarding the new first lady. Eventually, Bronson learns that the first lady is being targeted for assassination (hence the title), the film for the most part deals with Bronson keeping the first lady out of harms way. Not really an excessive actioner for Bronson considering previous efforts from his career, meaning that it's a little light on the violence factor. Jill Ireland plays the first lady, who has quite a mean streak to her in the film, her snobby attitude makes quite a pairing for her and Bronson's character. There are some comical moments here and there throughout the film, Bronson has more dialogue than usual which is nice, he adds a little rare touch of comic relief althroughout the film. I would recommend this movie to any Bronson fan, it's not Paul Kersey, but Jay Killian isn't too bad either.

I loved this Movie out of all Charles Bronson did. I think he and Jill Ireland were so neat in this together. I liked any movie they did together. I don't believe this was given enough credit. They just semed to fit in the parts together. I was truly saddened when Jill died and even more so with his passing. But at least we have the movies to watch which I never tire of seeing.