LAST NIGHT IN SOHO

About an hour into this film I realised that my attention was beginning to wander, which was a bit odd given that it was lively and that there was an intriguing story that was developing.

But maybe I can easily find Edgar Wright's aesthetic wearing, or maybe I feel that the 1950s/1960s Soho scene has been done to death.  And maybe I doubted whether this story was going anywhere special.

On the last point, I guess I was half-wrong. The last act contained a surprise (for me, at least) and was spectacular enough to leave me feeling happy enough to have stuck with the film until the end.

But when all is said and done the film has only one message, which is that many men are happy to exploit women given half a chance.

Sure, that's an important message but for all this film's energy and visual inventiveness, and of course the lovingly curated soundtrack, I would have liked more substance.

RATING: x Find Something Better To Do