5/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. The Midnight Warning remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have an itch for movies that feel like they were made in a basement, The Midnight Warning might just be your flavor of weird. It starts with a guy literally poofing out of existence at a luxury hotel, which sounds exciting on paper, right? Well, it’s mostly just people in suits standing around looking very concerned.
I’m not saying it’s bad. It’s just... quiet. The whole thing has this strange, hollow energy, kind of like watching The Girl in the Checkered Coat if it had traded its grit for a fancy lobby and bad lighting.
There is a scene where a detective is just walking through a hallway, and it goes on for, I swear, an entire lifetime. It’s almost hypnotic. You start wondering if the camera operator just forgot to say cut.
The dialogue is stiff, like the actors are reading from flashcards held just out of frame. But honestly? That’s part of the charm. It makes the whole mystery feel like a fever dream.
It’s not as snappy as There It Is, which had a bit more of a comedic bite to it. Here, everything is deadly serious, which makes the plot holes feel even wider. One minute we’re looking for a missing guy, the next we’re watching a conversation about hotel rates that adds absolutely zero to the plot. It’s glorious in its own boring way. 🏨
If you’re looking for a tight, logical thriller, skip this. But if you want to watch a movie that feels like a forgotten antique found in a shoebox, you’ll probably find something to love here. It’s not trying to win awards, and you can really feel that lack of ambition in the best way possible.