Heralded as it was, the film ranks easily with my least favorites.
Louis Malle’s quizzically acclaimed “My Dinner with Andre.”
In which, there is nothing more than Andre Gregory and Wallace Shawn sitting around a restaurant table, pontificating over each other about this, that and who cares. Literally, nothing else, other than the occasional quick visit by a waiter.
For reasons I needn’t delve into, I was not at Cardinal Stadium Friday night.
Thus, for the second weekend in a row there was an interlude which ranks uncomfortably with my least favorites, “My Friday with Andre.