Patrick Fisackerly’s review published on Letterboxd:
It is so frustrating how almost great this movie is. Last Night in Soho is a five-star movie for so long, and then Edgar Wright fumbles the ball at the 10 yard line (or he tickles the footie on the pitch melady, I don’t know soccer).
He betrays us twice in the third act - narratively and thematically. The narrative one I can mostly forgive, even though I’m fairly certain he outright lies to us then tries to sell it as a twist. But thematically, this movie just completely falls apart. And it’s a real bummer.
It’s a shame, because for about an hour and 20 minutes, this was one of my favorite movies of the year.
I still liked it, it’s a good movie! But fuck, it could have been great.