Last Night in Soho: a film that is worth watching, but leans too heavily into too many metaphors before not really knowing how to wrap up.

No spoilers here, but the film is all about the psychic and social toll of misogyny over time. It’s a ghost story about someone who isn’t dead, about how trauma compounds and ramifies, and how honest good intentions are twisted by the paranoia of real harm; fair feels foul, and foul feels fair, with no interaction left unclothed by this draping of societal iniquity.

Thomasin McKenzie gives a raw and desperate performance of someone who becomes a ghost in her own skin, and in another’s, while Anya Taylor-Joy has less screen time than hoped, but does have a great set-up at the start of the film. Matt Smith is also very good as someone who is both more and less than he appears.

This movie doesn’t quite stick its landing, and is more than a bit unfocused, but the performances, sumptuous scenery, and the warm heart of the work more than make up for what it lacks.

Recommended, with caveats.