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Last Night in Soho is nice to look at but not much else
Edgar Wright's Giallo homage wants to say something about feminism but is too frothy and oversimplified.
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Edgar Wright’s Giallo homage wants to say something about feminism but is too frothy and oversimplified.

Has any other director in recent years had as frustrating a creative decline as Edgar Wright? Discounting his feature debut—the 1995, no-budget A Fistful of Fingers—his streak was white-hot. Two series of Spaced both developed and prefaced his earnest eye for nerd culture, leading up to what would become his Cornetto Trilogy. His work was so loving, so finely tuned, and, especially in the case of Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, some of the most pop-culturally keen around. However, Baby Driver couldn’t help but sit in neutral; it was a pet project missing heart. With that out of the way, perhaps there was something more substantial to come next.

That appears to be the case at first. Wright’s latest, Last Night in Soho, has the markings of some of his stronger work. In some ways, it even signals growth for the filmmaker. The staging—bolstered by Park Chan-wook’s regular DP, Chung Chung-hoon—is dreamier. The editing, again from Paul Machliss, focuses more on threading visual and aural needles than landing punch lines. The lighting comes to form its own lullabies; the soundtrack supports what’s onscreen, unlike Wright’s previous film. The humor is just as droll but not as front and center, and the main characters are thematically predicated on their respective semiotics, to varying degrees of success.

The protagonist is Eloise (Thomasin McKenzie). She’s fresh-faced and obsessed with the ‘60s, an aspiring fashion designer finally setting foot outside of rural England. Now, she’s headed to London for college and, soon after, meets her comically crude roommate, Jocasta (Synnøve Karlsen). Not one for the partying or politics of arrested development, Eloise finds a new flat hosted by one Ms. Collins (Diana Rigg, in her final role). As she heads under the covers at night and the neon of the city lays her down, Eloise has recurring dreams. They’re hypnotic, too. Alas, Last Night in Soho thinks that just isn’t enough.

The dreams themselves follow Sandie (Anya Taylor-Joy), a young woman from 50 years ago with her own goals. She wants to be a singer, spending her time perusing London’s nightlife. There, she quickly makes the acquaintance of Jack (Matt Smith), whose behavior soon becomes possessive. Be they dreams, supernatural visions, or something in the middle, they provide Eloise with inspiration for her own work. They also give her a high to chase, leading her to follow Sandie’s story until her fate reveals itself.

Thomasin McKenzie in Last Night in Soho (Focus Features)

In many ways, it’s a suitably frothy way for Wright to exercise his predilection for pastiche. The script, which he and Krysty Wilson-Cairns wrote, is capable in its ability to drip information to audiences amongst the bombast. Granted, the technical prowess is the reason Last Night in Soho works at all. The efforts of Machliss, and especially Chung, lift the movie up for the most part, and their work complements one another’s in pacing and visuals. While the film lacks its own aesthetic definitions between reality and dreams, it accrues its own signifiers—ticks, cuts, framing—almost on a subconscious basis.

Through all the strobe effects and sound work, Last Night in Soho reaches a frequency that’s too circuitous to avoid falling into. There are textural anachronisms that come with the period shifts, yes, but they actually work to the film’s advantage. More so, the performances bridge the gaps. McKenzie helps realize Eloise’s meeker tendencies where the script doesn’t. Taylor-Joy, conversely, leans into the writing’s sense of artifice. She focuses on fleshing out a symbol instead of a person because, by the end of the day, that’s who Sandie is.

Of course, that’s intentional—at least up to a point. For the first 85 minutes, Last Night in Soho works so well because it mostly knows its thematic limits. The story is so on the backburner that it seems to be a non-issue as a whole. When approaching it as a vessel for something much more fun, it works. The problem is that Wright and Wilson-Cairns don’t make that their focus, and it’s once story becomes paramount in the last quarter that the film suddenly derails into something as misguided as it is out of place.

Matt Smith & Anya Taylor-Joy in Last Night in Soho (Focus Features)

As Sandie begins to haunt Eloise, so does her world. So does her history, namely her history of exploitation by the men around her. Suddenly, Wright and company are of the belief that they have the capacity to make a girl power statement. Alas, in its own execution, the picture’s attempts at lending a feminist bent reduce and oversimplify the topics and women it tries to explore. And yet, is it really trying to explore these themes? It can be quite hard to tell.

If it is, then it fails on that front. Sketching Sandie as an object of nostalgic and sexual fetishism to Eloise (and many of the film’s male characters) makes sense for a while. It’s how the movie establishes a status quo in order to comment on it. That said, Last Night in Soho does nothing to subvert that in a capacity aside from a messy plot twist. It, within less than 30 minutes left, tries to take a stand against legal authority’s prejudice against women. It also tries to coalesce its mythology into a metaphor for generational trauma. There are some references to mental illness early on, too, but as to the point of those? There aren’t really any.

It’s as if Wright and Wilson-Cairns felt an obligation to write a screenplay that’s “about” something without examining if they had the bandwidth to do so. The final product isn’t offensive; it’s too naive for that. Truthfully, it’s as socially naive as Eloise herself is at the beginning. The movie as is it stands in desperate need of a few rewrites to fulfill its potential. What starts off as light and mesmerizing in equal measure ends up unable to balance pastiche with its own themes. In that way, Last Night in Soho kind of plays like an encapsulation of Wright’s filmography thus far. Hopefully, he’ll get back on track soon.

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Similar28 Days Later (2002), Cube (1997), Cube Zero (2004), Shaft (2000)
Watch afterNightmare Alley (2021), tick tick... BOOM! (2021),
MPAA RatingR
StudioFilm4 Productions, Universal Pictures