We all have our own Soho story. What’s yours? Mothers, daughters, sisters, grandmothers: we’re all familiar with the words we quietly mouth, the moments and memories that are rarely, if ever, brought into the light. But, in recent years, there’s been something of a corrective offered, culturally. Specifically, a series of searing female-created films and TV shows tackling abuse and female trauma head on, shoulders back: I May Destroy You , Promising Young Woman , The Morning Show , The Assistant . Work that shows its complexities, its messiness, its brutality, its plurality. A relief, frankly, after years of our most painful experiences, being rendered on screen by men with a too-often exploitative eye.
It’s into this landscape that Last Night in Soho steps – Edgar Wright’s new horror by…
