6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Good Morning, Eve! remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old, dusty, bizarre musical shorts, sure. If you want a cohesive story, stay away. This isn't exactly Life or any of those grounded dramas.
It’s the kind of thing you’d find playing on a loop in a museum basement. It doesn't really try to make sense, it just moves.
Everything moves at triple speed. One minute we're in the Garden of Eden and the next we're in Florida. It feels less like a movie and more like a stage play that got lost on the way to the theater.
The musical numbers are loud. They really commit to the bit. Like, they commit hard.
It’s nowhere near the intensity of Wolves of the North, but it's got its own weird charm. The whole thing feels like a fever dream you’d have after eating bad cheese. It’s not trying to win an award. It’s just trying to get through the musical numbers without tripping over the props.
Sometimes the camera just lingers on a background actor who has absolutely no idea what to do. It’s funny in a way I don't think was intended. Just look at the guy in the background during the second song. He's just standing there. Watching.
It’s a short watch. If you’ve got ten minutes and want to see something that makes zero sense, go for it. Otherwise, maybe just watch Mountains of Manhattan and call it a day.