Before I Wake

Mona Freeman comes home for her father's funeral in England -- her American accent explained by four years in college in California -- to find ice-cold Jean Kent her new stepmother. Jean purports to want to be chums, but Mona comes to the conclusion that Miss Kent had killed her father, and her mother earlier, and now intends to kill her, the principal heir of her father's estate.

Hitchcockian? Yes, indeed it is. Like NORTH BY NORTHWEST, it's filled with bits and bobs of oft-used Hitchcockian plot points. Miss Kent with her Mrs. Danvers coldness from REBECCA; the near-accident of the car going off the road, and the glass of milk from SUSPICION, the evil lurking in a nice market town, the blonde heroine... Choose your own tropes. They all reek of Hitchcock. Even the title is Hitchcockian.

However, director Albert Rogell never was Hitchcock, and the only suspense is supplied by Miss Kent's veneer, which the audience sees through immediately. It was Rogell's last movie as director. Neither does the shooting script permit cinematographer Jack Asher much in the way of the dazzling camerawork that Hitchcock used, beyond some tracking shots; even the murder attempts are shot conventionally. The result is a watchable thriller that does not extend the art of cinema, as Hitchcock so often did, nor the imagination of the audience.

Mona Freeman comes back to her desirable mansion ,to be confronted to a stepmom's ominous plans ; the plot owes a lot to Daphné Du Maurier's "My cousin Rachel "; very nasty things happened when the poor unfortunate heiress was away;but it lacks Du Maurier's finesse and ambiguity; the action is too hurried for comfort and one knows or guesses almost everything from the start ; the screenwriters reveal the stepmom's true intentions much too soon and it spoils the suspense .You won't believe a single minute that the girl has turned an alcoholic overnight .

Nevertheless ,the movie possesses appeal for fans of female feuds :Jean Kent ,as the villain,effortlessly walks out with the honors.

How did a class act like Mona Freeman allow herself to be drawn into a project as mediocre and one dimensional as 'Shadow of Fear'? The sight of the credits rolling against a backdrop of a gigantic Shreddy does not augur well.

Freeman, just shy of her twenty first birthday returns from the United States, replete with distinct American brogue, to the village where she was raised, for her father's funeral. In the final months of his life, he remarried. Now widowed, Jean Kent is revered, respected - all but canonized -by the locals for her kind nature and generous acts of benevolence. Freeman alone identifies her hypocrisy, the evil behind the eyes and the ulterior motives behind her actions. Though deeply suspicious and fearful of her behavior, convincing others, who see her as running a close second to Mother Teresa, proves to be more difficult than flushing a mattress down a lavatory.

Even amiable, avuncular, rotund police sergeant, Alexander Gauge, best known as Friar Tuck in T.V.'s Robin Hood (updated and rebranded as Air Fryer Tuck for the 2021 remake) becomes indignant and aggressive at Freeman's insinuations.

Cut price and low budget throughout. The car, in which Kent and Freeman almost crash would fit snugly into Peter Cook and Dudley Moore's hilarious Superthunderstingcar parody of Gerry and Sylvia Anderson's Supermarionation children's shows from the 60's.

With little to offer in the way of subplots and surprises, Shadow of Fear drifts steadily towards its conclusion. The inconsistencies of the script, the predictable nature of the story line and a raft of mannered, 'pays the rent' acting results in a movie with less gumption than Lord Sumption.

This British thriller benefits from a solid she versus she conflict between wonderfully evil Jean Kent and empathy-inducing threatened damsel Mona Freeman, but the screenplay piles on way too obvious details, events and behavior under the guise of "suspense". Other than one quality red herring (the ambiguous hero playing Mona's doctor/boyfriend), the movie plays on a single note: the heroine's growing paranoia is anything but that -she's being constantly set up to be Jean's next victim.

Kent's acting is only matched on film by such greats as Dame Judith Anderson, who had the same uncanny ability to appear placid and even perfectly reasonable on the surface, while hiding malevolence under the surface. The movie would have been far more successful had there been some possiblity that Mona's character was imagining things, rather than spoon feeding the viewer a constant stream of evidence that her suppositions are all true. The story's final twist and instant happy ending don't ring true at all.

The problem with this film is that Mona Freeman overdoes it from beginning to end, while Jean Kent stays calm and cool long enough to be more or less absolutely convincing. You tend to react against Mona's overreactions from the beginning, and it is unavoidable to come to think that she plays her cards as bad as possible, while in such a situation prudence would have been vital, especially since she has no proof at all, and the only proof that is ever produced appears after her supposed death. She is just a young immature girl who hasn't even come of age, while Jean Kent is a qualified nurse with a lifetime of experience. When all the cards at last are being shown in the end, you also have to wonder why no one in the entire village, including two qualified doctors, never even suspected the truth or could consider anything else than the palpable outward appearances. The script could have been made more subtle, and then the thriller could really have been something for Hitchcock, but as it is, Mona Feeman hopelessly falls in the category of amateurs, while Jean Kent remains unassailable as a very professional expert on intrigue. She was always good at ambiguous roles of clandestine deceit, and here she is also the expert at such role-play, while poor Mona Freeman definitely needs to grow up.