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Big Night (1996)
10/10
The Movie IS the Meal
24 March 2018
Why write a review for a movie that's over twenty years old? Primarily because of the number of reviews that don't seem to appreciate what the movie really is. Even many of the positive reviews unwittingly consign it to the purgatory of "food movie," warning potential viewers not to watch it on an empty stomach, but this quiet, deceptively simple film contains the layers, complexity, and hidden surprises of a timpano, the grand, stuffed main course of the meal at the center of the picture.

Layer One: Food. Even though it is more than a food movie, let's not rush past that part too quickly. The central event of the story is a meal prepared for celebrity guest Louis Prima, whose anticipated presence promises to save the struggling restaurant of the brothers we know simply as Primo (Tony Shaloub) and Secondo (Stanley Tucci). Primo takes his food seriously and so should we. Every shot of it is beautiful and fills the viewer with longing and desperation at not being able to smell and taste every enticing course, even when another bite doesn't seem possible! Layer Two: Fraternity. The relationship between Primo and Secondo is anything but easy, and as is often the case with those closest to us, the thing each brother values in the other is the very thing that drives him crazy. Primo's uncompromising commitment to his art is, at least in aspiring businessman Secondo's view, the reason why they are struggling, in comparison to nearby competitor Pascal (Ian Holm) whose circus of Italian culinary cliches is full every night. Tucci's ability to capture that quiet desperation of a man torn between family and success rings true with anyone who's felt the competing pressure to succeed and remain true to oneself. Layer Three: Creativity. How does one whose only goal is to make something beautiful succeed in this world? What if no one else appreciates that beauty? What if the compromises one must make to produce that art risk the soul of the artist? There aren't a lot of interviews about this movie wandering around the internet, but I suspect that for Tucci, who co-wrote and directed the picture with Campbell Scott, this was a driving passion behind the movie in the first place. Primo's commitment sets up much of the movie's comedy-from railing against a patron who wants a side of spaghetti with her risotto to mocking his brother's suggestion of removing said risotto from the menu altogether. But here too is the bitterness of the picture. The older brother is free to pursue his art, generally unencumbered by concerns about how well it sells, but we see the cost of such purity in his brother's humiliating visit to their lender and the frantic, last-ditch attempt to save the restaurant via the titular event. Layer Four: American Culture. On one level Primo's is the quest of every artist, but the promise of the American dream drives-at some points, literally-the whole movie. We never see the two brothers leaving behind the old world (although it is present in the movie). We never see them getting off the boat or hear the discussions that motivated the trip in the first place, although we get the distinct impression that this was Secondo's project from the beginning. But the promise of America that the film suggests seems to be one where the only path to success is to become the version of you that the culture is prepared to accept-the stereotype, the cliche, who serves meatballs with all spaghetti and doesn't blink twice placing a plate of risotto alongside.

Without divulging too much, there is another meal after the main one. But what's most striking about it is its simplicity-both in content and in form. It was on my second viewing that I got a sense of the thought behind the film and the injustice that it doesn't have a bigger following, but maybe that's just the cost of art in America.

N.B. There was another reason for the timing of this review: the impending release of Tucci's The Last Portrait. If it's anything close to the quality of Big Night, we should all be buying a ticket.
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Where I Begin (2011)
4/10
Can You Ever Really Go Home? Why Would You Want To?
15 February 2011
Recently viewing this at the Oxford Film Festival, I realized that there's nothing like a festival to demonstrate just how much goes into independent film-making (a term, I know, that is itself open to challenge). No one feels such a proximity to a multi-million-dollar effects-driven blockbuster. Perhaps that's why we go to them. But when we go to one of these increasingly popular, regional film festivals (and if you haven't, I strongly encourage you to do so), we see the people behind the process, attempting to make something much closer to our experience, with an admirable attempt at transparency (via Q&As, related social events, etc.) After attending one of these, you might be tempted to think that you could pull it off. You can't. The truth is that film-making is an incredibly intricate process demanding attention to detail, people skills, incredible organization, and a hundred other hidden talents. So, merely pulling off the technical aspects of making a film for under $300,000 demands some credit. I couldn't pull it off. Hence at least three of my four points.

But that's as much as I can muster. The action surrounds Jacob (Alex Walters), who is back in his small town after a ten-year absence. I won't reveal why he was ostracized here, as I'm not sure whether his alleged crime is supposed to be a surprise. We don't find out exactly what for until relatively late in the film; then again, nothing in this film felt like a surprise. The characters on the screen took human form, but they didn't sound like any humans I know -- more like soap opera clichés, minus the passion; consequently, I found an involuntary snort emerge from my nostrils when a character was cursing, supposedly in anger. It sounded instead like a sixth-grader who was experimenting with cussin' for the first time but couldn't get over the novelty of saying something naughty.

In any case, we watch all of the characters contend on some level with their perception of what happened on that fateful night ten years before. Tyler (Bo Keister) is so upset about it that he has become Jill's (T. Lynn Mikeska) drug daddy and plain old bully to just about everyone else. More specifically, he is gunning for Jacob and is willing to intimidate anyone who tries to get in his way. The thing is, not everyone is intimidated by him, like Patrick the sage, easy-going bartender, played patiently by veteran Lance E. Nichols. (I couldn't help noticing that this is the only bar in America where people order everything BUT alcohol.) Also, Tyler's sister Kristen (Catherine Elizabeth Connelly); she's not afraid of him. Come to think of it, neither was I.

Throughout the film, I felt as though director Thomas Phillips was unreflectively derivative, by which I mean that he went into a bag of tricks and regularly pulled out something that looked cool but then thoughtlessly placed it in the film: Bergman-esque silences in dialog so prolonged that I began to wonder if someone had forgotten lines or was narcoleptic, frequent thematic montages that seemed intended to imply connection but to no discernible purpose, and so on.

Candice Michele Barley holds up reasonably well under the circumstances as Haddy, who initially serves as our guide through an investigation of what really happened but who eventually gives up because... I'm not sure why actually. Something Jacob says or does eventually convinces her that he's innocent... or that it doesn't matter. Maybe she's just decided that it's time to switch from a seedy father (Johnny McPhail) to a seedy boyfriend. To be honest, by that point, I was just trying to figure an inconspicuous way out of the theater.
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