Yesterday in Critics at Large, Kevin Courrier wrote about the new DVD release of Louis Malle's Vanya on 42nd Street, his collaboration with Andre Gregory and Wallace Shawn filming a workshop of Chekhov's Uncle Vanya. Their earlier collaboration, My Dinner with Andre, was a fascinating and original conceptual work that involves a simple dinner and not so simple conversation. Susan Green delved into the movie's special appeal below.
When Andre Met Shawn: A Meal To Remember
Have you ever been in a restaurant and tuned out your companions in order to eavesdrop on a more interesting conversation taking place at the next table? Such behavior is taken for granted by the late director Louis Malle in his eloquent My Dinner With Andre (1981), which remains an appetizing treat. Three decades later, the talk is still illuminating as playwrights Andre Gregory and Wallace Shawn, also an actor, portray some semblance of themselves when they discuss everything from the universal to the intimate. Permitted to listen in, the audience can satisfy its nosiness while being nourished by the encounter.
There is virtually no physical activity in the 110-minute film, generating the satirical collection of My Dinner with Andre action figures in Christopher Guest’s Waiting for Guffman (1996). After an initial journey from New York City’s Lower East Side on the subway, Shawn arrives at a posh eatery (actually shot in Virginia!) to meet Gregory. The two men just sit, savor the food, drink wine and chat, with a few brief interruptions by a slightly disdainful waiter (Jean Lenauer). What keeps it all lively is the sparkle of the dialogue, written by the duo and culled from hours of their taped discussions.
Shawn is a cherubic little guy with a nasal voice and a bemused outlook. Gregory, tall and thin, comes across as intense, bordering on possessed. The contrast in demeanor is played out in their respective philosophies: Shawn the pragmatist versus Gregory the mystic, a man beset by omens and synchronicities. Earlier, the former character explains in a voice-over that he hasn’t seen his old friend for four years and has, in fact, been avoiding him. During that time, rumors have filtered back to Shawn of Gregory’s near-nervous breakdown following a series of restless, relentless travels throughout the world.
At first, Shawn seems as if he’d rather not know the details, but soon becomes entranced, emitting an occasional “Wow!” about Gregory’s work in experimental theater and pilgrimages to Poland, India, the Sahara, Tibet and Scotland. When the vagabond describes his vision of a minotaur at a Yuletide mass, however, the skeptic can only say “Well, so that was Christmas?”
There is virtually no physical activity in the 110-minute film, generating the satirical collection of My Dinner with Andre action figures in Christopher Guest’s Waiting for Guffman (1996). After an initial journey from New York City’s Lower East Side on the subway, Shawn arrives at a posh eatery (actually shot in Virginia!) to meet Gregory. The two men just sit, savor the food, drink wine and chat, with a few brief interruptions by a slightly disdainful waiter (Jean Lenauer). What keeps it all lively is the sparkle of the dialogue, written by the duo and culled from hours of their taped discussions.
Shawn is a cherubic little guy with a nasal voice and a bemused outlook. Gregory, tall and thin, comes across as intense, bordering on possessed. The contrast in demeanor is played out in their respective philosophies: Shawn the pragmatist versus Gregory the mystic, a man beset by omens and synchronicities. Earlier, the former character explains in a voice-over that he hasn’t seen his old friend for four years and has, in fact, been avoiding him. During that time, rumors have filtered back to Shawn of Gregory’s near-nervous breakdown following a series of restless, relentless travels throughout the world.
At first, Shawn seems as if he’d rather not know the details, but soon becomes entranced, emitting an occasional “Wow!” about Gregory’s work in experimental theater and pilgrimages to Poland, India, the Sahara, Tibet and Scotland. When the vagabond describes his vision of a minotaur at a Yuletide mass, however, the skeptic can only say “Well, so that was Christmas?”
As Gregory’s monologue turns from globetrotting to his gloomy assessments of modern life, Shawn starts to resist. He vigorously defends feeling attached to some conveniences, which his ascetic pal sees as a buffer against reality. “I would never give up my electric blanket,” Shawn complains. “New York is cold...I’m looking for more comfort because the world is very abrasive.”
Shawn and Gregory, still enjoying their dinner |
- originally published on April 18, 2011 in Critics at Large.
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