Sightlines · a reading
A Deleuzian reading of My Dinner with Andre
1981 · Louis Malle · My Dinner with Andre on Sightlines
Andre is deep into Poland. His hands are going, the story shaped and timed by a man who has told it many times and knows where the laughs are. Then the film does the only aggressive thing it ever does: it leaves him. Cut to Wally, chewing, eyes gone flat — the look of someone who disagrees and hasn't yet decided whether to say so.
That cut is the movie. The talk is what people remember, and the title long ago became a punchline for highbrow tedium, but the invention belongs to Louis Malle and his editor Suzanne Baron, and it is a decision about when to leave the speaker. Nobody sits through this film for two hours of monologue. They sit through a face receiving one.
Deleuze split cinema in two. In one half, which is most movies most of the time, a character sees a situation and acts to change it; perception runs into action and the cutting serves that flow. He called it the movement-image. In the other half the circuit breaks. Someone sees what they cannot act on, so they look, and listen, and endure. Deleuze called these pure optical and sound situations, and the person stranded inside one a voyant, a seer. Wally is one of cinema's purest. He came for a free meal. He gets a testimony about the death of ordinary life, and he has nothing to work with but his own face. Wallace Shawn spends most of the film acting without lines, which is the harder job. Without this distinction, "nothing happens in My Dinner with Andre" is a complaint. With it, the not-happening is the material.
The two faces do opposite work. Gregory's is what Deleuze called an intensive face: features in motion, micro-movements accumulating toward a threshold, a face that wants something from you. Shawn's is reflexive, held and contoured, expressing one quality at a time, and the quality keeps changing. Skepticism. Envy. Boredom. Fear. The lenses are shallow enough that the restaurant behind them dissolves into warm amber, so there is a face in the frame and no world. And because the story is happening in Andre's mouth, the reaction shot stops being a reaction shot; it is an image that has lost its self-evidence and has to be read. Deleuze's word for that is lectosign. Half of this film is subtitles written on Wallace Shawn's face.
The grammar comes from Dreyer's Passion of Joan of Arc, which is also where Deleuze went to explain the close-up: frontal singles against a neutral, depthless ground, cut on the listener rather than the speaker, so that reaction becomes the event. Malle runs it for two hours straight. From Lumet's 12 Angry Men he takes the engineering, the discipline of varying what the audience is not supposed to notice, so that a room of seated talkers carries a feature without the camera ever seeming to move.
Now the concept this film exists to demonstrate. Deleuze called it crystalline description. Ordinarily a description points at something that exists apart from it: the room is there, the words are about the room. In the time-image, description composes its object and then replaces it, and nothing survives outside the telling. My Dinner with Andre is almost two hours of that and nearly nothing else. The forest workshop in Poland connected to Grotowski. Findhorn. The Sahara and the abandoned Little Prince project. The mock burial on Long Island. The film's most vivid images are the ones it refuses to show you. There is not a single flashback. Malle bets his entire running time that a described thing can outweigh a seen one, and he wins, which is a very strange result for a visual medium and worth sitting with for a minute.
Which raises the question of who is telling. Both men use their own names, their own professions, their own histories, and the audience never quite manages to file the film as fiction. That instability is controlled, and it is the engine of the intimacy. Deleuze called this the powers of the false: truth and falsity made undecidable on purpose, as a way of making something rather than a failure to be accurate. Cinema's old contract said the camera does not lie, that what it recorded happened, and Bazin built a realism on it. Malle honors the contract and voids it in the same gesture. Andre's monologues were transcribed off tape recordings of Gregory actually speaking, then written, then rehearsed for weeks; nothing is improvised. The restaurant is not a restaurant. It was built inside the derelict Jefferson Hotel in Richmond, Virginia, because a fake room can be lit and quieted and shot for days on end. The famous naturalism is stagecraft front to back.
And Andre, inside it, is doing what Deleuze called fabulation: a person caught in the act of legending himself. His first movement is not dialogue at all, it is testimony, a speech-act delivered to a witness. Grotowski's vocabulary of ritual gives him his terms. His most frightening passage, New York as a prison whose inmates have become their own guards, is not evidence of anything. It is a story doing work on a listener.
Malle keeps a clock on all of it, and the clock is the meal. Courses arrive, wine gets poured, and the elderly waiter, who has heard everything before and is unimpressed, sets things down and goes. Deleuze's temps mort, dead time, stretches where nothing advances and the everyday is simply held. Here it turns sly: Wally, being told he is asleep inside his own life, keeps eating. Then in the last third he answers, with the electric blanket and the cold coffee and the money that quietly underwrites Andre's freedom, and the cutting quickens with him. That reversal is Rohmer's My Night at Maud's, a night of argument in one room where the eloquent party loses and the shape of the film is the shape of the argument.
Malle had earned the patience on documentaries. Phantom India and Place de la République taught him to let a monologue run well past where a fiction editor would cut, then locate the meaning by cutting to the interviewer's face. Wally is the interviewer. What this film proved is that the method sustains a whole feature, and the proof turned out to be enormously consequential: Linklater's Before films move the table to a walk, Tape and Waking Life extend it, Jarmusch miniaturizes it in Coffee and Cigarettes, mumblecore inherits both the economics and the faith, Locke and The Sunset Limited work the constraint. Podcasting showed up twenty years later and found the form already built. Malle, Shawn and Gregory ran the experiment once more on Chekhov in Vanya on 42nd Street.
For two hours there is no music whatsoever. Then Wally gets into a cab and a solo piano piece everyone hears as Satie comes in over a New York of remembered addresses. Malle had used the device before, in The Fire Within, where the piano arrives between scenes as a withdrawal of drama rather than a reinforcement of it. The city has become autobiography. The film will not tell you whose victory that is, Andre's or Wally's, and the refusal is its best and last decision.
So watch it again, and watch the wrong man. Andre is the performance. Wally is the film.
Concepts in play
- crystalline-description — Poland and the Grotowski forest workshop, Findhorn, the Sahara and the unrealized Little Prince project, the mock burial on Long Island — all delivered as speech with no flashback, so the description composes its object and stands in for it entirely
- pure optical & sound situations — A single table, no plot, no action available: Wally can only look, listen and eat while Andre's testimony runs, with the frame reduced to faces against indeterminate amber
- voyant — Shawn's Wally is the resistant listener who 'is acting without lines' for most of the film — a watcher and endurer, never an agent
- the readable image — Baron's cut to Wally's face mid-anecdote, which 'can register skepticism, boredom, envy, or fear' and retroactively colors the story — an image that must be deciphered rather than followed
- reflexive-vs-intensive-face — 'Two utterly opposed registers': Gregory expansive, musical, hands in motion (intensive/feature face) against Shawn's held, low, flat-eyed reception (reflexive/contour face)
- puissances du faux — Both men use their own names, professions and histories, the dialogue is transcribed from tape then fully scripted and rehearsed, and the restaurant is a set built in the derelict Jefferson Hotel — 'the audience is never quite able to file the film as fiction'
- story-telling / legending — Andre's anecdotes 'shaped and paced by a man who has told them before and knows where the laughs are' — a subject producing his own legend, capped by the vision of New York as a prison whose inmates are their own guards
- acte de parole — The first movement is Andre's testimony rather than dialogue — a legending voice delivered to a witness, with Wally functioning as the silent interviewer
- temps mort — Malle uses the courses as structure — dishes arriving, wine poured, the unimpressed elderly waiter's silent interventions — to mark time in a film that otherwise has no clock and nothing to advance