My Dinner with Andre is my favourite movie to mock. The Simpsons‘, too. I refuse to see it, because blind prejudice is simply more fun than justified displeasure. Finally, I convinced myself that watching a clip on YouTube wouldn’t turn me into an elitist snob more of an elitist snob, the level reserved for The New Yorker editors. I bailed out after about three minutes.
Wait. Who’s the bald chump letting Andre verbally have his way with him? Oh god, it’s Wallace Shawn, the (literally and figuratively) low-level fiend from The Princess Bride.
Can one actor truly span that great a chasm between lameness and awesomeness?