It's exactly what the title claims: A 2-hour film of two people talking over dinner. Ebert celebrates it as one of the 1980s top 10 films, and some subjects the two improvising actors (playing themselves, both in name and character) discuss are truly interesting, but ... you can't do that to viewers. The whole point of novels/movies is to put a concept into a narrative context; not just talk about it on screen. That's the problem with philosophers making movies: philosophy should be in the background of entertainment, not the other way around. I dozed off too many times.
PS: Vincent Canby of The New York Times put it best in 1981, the year the film was made:
''"My Dinner with Andre'' is not a conventional movie, but it is a movie. However, I wouldn't advise anyone to see it after a satisfyingly big dinner."
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