Last Night in Soho

I didn’t know this was directed by Edgar Wright until I downloaded the poster for this review. I think I would have judged it far more harshly had I known that, but sticking with my originally recorded impressions:

I loved the dream/alter-ego mechanics and the fun camera tricks and effects it facilitated. The soundtrack was also very fun, with some renditions of classic songs I’d never heard before and really enjoyed.

Spoilers ahead, I guess.

The story was pretty bland. The ending was kind of funny for reasons that kind of undercut it, and even made it morally ambiguous in the worst way. It didn’t need to be ambiguous, and perhaps shouldn’t because, as I said, it undermined the emotional impact of the story, how one is supposed to feel about the journey, the choices made. The main character could have had a moral compass. It ceases to be a story about a young woman lured and ultimately trapped in a terrible life and becomes one about a young woman who is lured into a terrible life and then starts murdering people. Makes sense, but it doesn’t make one feel sorry for her, and then makes the main character’s own journey just feel like a boring, bad dream.