Big Night abounds with ironies,
insights, and humor, but at its heart it is a story about
innocence lost. Primo and Segundo are two young Italian immigrant
brothers trying to make it in the restaurant business in 1950s
America. The country is enamored with big-finned Cadillacs, big
busty women in satiny dresses, and big-band music played loud. It
is a bad time for a restaurant serving subtle cuisine three
decades ahead of its time.
Primo, the chef, is a
temperamental artist with a passion for risotto, timpani, and
suckling pig in an America that thinks of Italian food as
spaghetti and meatballs. As the movie begins, Segundo, the
business-manager brother, is given 30 days by his banker to turn
the restaurant around. Seeing the success that his older rival
Pascal is having with a middle-of-the-road,
red-checked-tablecloth restaurant nearby, Segundo asks for help.
Pascal says he'll call his friend, the famous musician Louis
Prima, and ask him to bring his band to the brothers' restaurant.
There will be newspaper coverage, and Louis Prima will be served
a meal he will never forget. The word will spread, and the
restaurant will be saved.
Around this simple premise, Big Night
spins romance, betrayal, lust and, always, endearing humor. Tony
Shalhoub, as Primo the artist/chef, gives a wonderful, nuanced
performance, a far cry from his taxi-driver role on the
television show Wings. Ian Holm, as the pompous Pascal,
and codirector Campbell Scott, as a shallow Cadillac salesman,
carry their roles to perfection. And Isabella Rossellini is,
well, Isabella Rossellini, and every movie needs an Isabella
Rossellini.
You can interpret Big Night as a
metaphor for innocence lost, or an indictment of the corrupting
influence of American business values. Or you can just watch it
for the sheer pleasure of it. Big Night is a sumptuous
feast of a movie, a delight for the senses that never
disappoints.