A quintessential New York movie, The Night We Never Met takes a novel premise and develops it in fits and starts.
Debuting filmmaker Warren Leight has come up with an off-beat notion: time-sharing a Greenwich Village apartment by days of the week. Hissable yuppie Kevin Anderson is behind the scheme, wanting two nights out a week with his buddies while living with patrician fiancee Justine Bateman.
One customer is Matthew Broderick, moping over losing his performance artist girlfriend Pastel (Jeanne Tripplehorn, spoofing a familiar downtown type). Third tenant is frustrated housewife Annabella Sciorra, who uses it to get away from her dense husband (Michael Mantell).
Plot is set in motion when Anderson switches one of his designated days with Broderick but doesn’t update the posted schedule, causing Sciorra to confuse the two guys.
Wonderfully atmospheric use of New York locations and familiar characters brings Night to life. Unfortunately, it’s not really so much an ensemble piece as a film of alternating casts or vignettes.