Ah, the swingin' sixties in London: The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Woodstock, a serial killer that's also a sex trafficking victim that kills her johns... what if you could go back in time and see it for yourself every time you fell asleep? Thanks to Edgar Wright's "Last Night In Soho", you totally can! "Shaun of the Dead" proves that Wright can hang with the big boys in horror, but can he stick the landing when you take the comedic satire out of the equation? And furthermore, should this have even been a horror movie?