Film

Straight On Till Morning

Name: Straight On Till Morning
Genre: Thriller, Mystery
Released: 1972
Cast: Rita Tushingham, Shane Briant, Katya Wyeth, Annie Ross, Tom Bell

A 1972 psychological thriller about a lonely woman who falls for a charming stranger, unaware he's a serial killer. It's a deliberate, unglamorous portrait of vulnerability and predation—less slasher spectacle than slow-burn study of isolation and manipulation. For fans of character-driven horror that trusts its audience to sit with discomfort.

TMDb rating

2.8

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you like slow-burn psychological thrillers from the early 1970s, where dread builds through a lonely woman's hopefulness and a patient, watchful atmosphere more than through quick shocks.

Skip it if you need brisk pacing or a clear sense of what the film is building towards, since it lingers on its quiet, uneasy stretches and the unease can feel slow and repetitive.

What it asks of you: At 96 minutes it is brief, but it moves at a deliberate pace and rewards close attention to small, unsettling details.

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