Deus Nihilo

‘Last Night in Soho’ is a very dumb, tedious, and, considering that we’re talking about the same director who gave us ‘Shaun of the Dead,’ an uncharacteristically humorless cinematic chore to sit through. Everything *looks* good, of course. Wright is technically adept at bringing the swinging London of the mid-1960s back to life. But the story is plodding and confusing due to its hamfisted attempt to cater to the political fashions of our own historical moment while making a self-conscious attempt at not being too obvious about it. (Which makes one surprisingly tone deaf sequence involving the film’s black male love interest all the more perplexing.) The great Terrence Stamp is unjustly wasted and it is just plain sad that this was Diana Rigg’s final bow. Wright is hopefully at work on a new project that is equal to his previous films. The sooner this turkey is forgotten, the better.