Review of Last Night in Soho (2021) by Jamess — 19 Jan 2022

I was reminded of James Wan's Malignant (which was released about the same time) after watching Edgar Wright's Last Night In Soho. Both concern female leads who suffer from violent visions of death, involving stabbings, and each director seemed to have an Argento giallo itch that had to be scratched.

While not my favorite Wright film, it shows the director evolving as a director, moving away from his trademark smash cut edited montages while maintaining his love of music and image ala Baby Driver.

It may be guilty of style over substance, but oh, what style. Anya Taylor Joy embodies the saucer-eyed Twiggy swinging '60s Britain, while Matt Smith embodies the dark underbelly. Thomasin McKenzie is the new fashion designer student haunted/entranced by visions of the past, with Terence Stamp and the late Dame Diana Rigg (a '60s icon of her own via The Avengers) as characters who may not be who they seem.

If they ever decide to correct the Ralph Fiennes/Uma Thurman version of The Avengers, cast Tom Huddleston and Anya Taylor Joy and set it in the '60s, give Wright a call.