5.2/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.2/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Before Morning remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you have a soft spot for grainy, stage-bound murder mysteries from the early thirties. If you need pacing that feels like a modern thriller, you’ll probably find this thing sleep-inducing. It’s got that specific, slightly dusty charm where people talk in very sharp, dramatic sentences while holding a cocktail glass.
The whole thing feels like it was filmed inside a shoebox. Not in a bad way, though. There’s a suffocating quality to the apartment scenes that actually works for a story about blackmail and secrets. Lora Baxter carries the weight of the thing, and you can see her trying to keep her cool while everything falls apart around her. Sometimes she’s just staring into the middle distance, and it’s surprisingly effective.
I spent way too long looking at the wallpaper patterns in the background. Does that mean the movie is boring? Maybe. Or maybe the art direction just has that weird, tactile feel that you don't get in digital stuff anymore. There is a scene where a lamp is just slightly out of focus, and it bothered me for a good five minutes.
If you like this sort of antique suspense, it reminds me a bit of the atmosphere in The Mystery of Edwin Drood, though much lower stakes. It’s not trying to change the world. It’s just trying to fill an hour with enough tension to keep you from checking your phone.
One of the guys in the supporting cast looks like he wandered in from a completely different set. He just stands there looking confused during the dramatic confrontation. I found that way more entertaining than the actual mystery, to be fair. 🕵️♂️
Is it great? No. Does it feel like a real movie made by real people in a drafty studio? Absolutely. Sometimes that’s enough for a Tuesday night.