Jamie Rafn's Soho Square is not a perfect little thriller, but it's an estimable achievement, having been made for far less than the typical Hollywood production's makeup budget. Shot on video by Brendan McGinty, the movie has an appropriately gloomy mood, which Rafn manages to sustain throughout its running time. It's rare for a micro-budgeted production like this to have such consistently solid acting, but Rafn's cast never falters, with Anthony Biggs' good looks and brooding lead performance demonstrating true star potential. The style of the movie, with its jarring jump cuts, elliptical editing, and dissonant score, occasionally overwhelms one's interest in the narrative, which is effectively disturbing, but familiar, with a disappointingly misogynistic bent. While the story isn't strictly told from the main character's point-of-view (there are several scenes that take place while he's not present, and cutaways to things that he can't see, often to produce suspense), the female characters (in spite of the actresses' good work) seem mainly to exist only to the extent that they impact the detective's frazzled psyche. Soho Square is an engrossing little creepfest, and it demonstrates the filmmaker's resourcefulness and his promise, but its story falls a bit short of the mark.