One winter morning back in 1999, while attending ISU, one of my roommates decided to pay (for as long as he was able to) the lion’s share of the cable bill simply because he wanted every single movie channel. It lasted only one semester, but for that time, I was spoiled. I’d always been a film buff, having grown up with cable tv, so having all the newest and coolest films to watch was a treat. But only one of those channels was my absolute favorite–the Independent Film Channel. I saw so much. From Jarmusch’s Coffee and Cigarettes to Linklater’s Slacker to Anderson’s Bottle Rocket to Reggio’s Koyaanisqatsi, films on the IFC touched the artist and creator in me with their odd characters, their bare-bones budgets, and their young and yet-to-be-recognized directors and actors. These were films that made for me a creative spark that would later fan the first flames of my dream of writing.
One of these influential movies was Malle’s My Dinner With Andre. From the time I sat down in the morning to watch it till the time I laid down in my bed at night, I lived through a fever of contradictory emotions and feelings, questioning the very depths and utter heights of my character as both a personality and a human being. And all from a movie about two men speaking about life over dinner. This one’s a real-thinker.
Watch the the full movie on YouTube here.
What made me revisit this movie was the magazine ZYZZYVA which had a wonderful article by Troy Jollimore about Wallace Shawn’s works. One of the best lit mags I’ve read in a while. Check em out.
Also please please, if you have any words about life or lit or whatever, leave your comments below.
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