I was surprised to discover that this is not a French film but very much an American movie about two New Yorkers catching up in a New York restaurant. I stuck with it through to the end, partly out of respect for Louis Malle and partly because it raised some interesting points about the nature of life - specifically whether the comforts and conveniences of modern life insulate us from feeling truly alive with the kind of intensity you might feel after a near-death experience.
However it quickly descended into a litany of, “When I was in Tibet..... When I was in the Sahara.... When I was in Israel... when I was... when I was.... etc.”
My advice would be not to accept an invitation to dinner from Andre. He’ll probably pick up the tab but he really is an insufferable bore.
Like the other reviewer there were moments for me when it felt like Andre was going on a bit, but by the end of the film it’s allegorical power and charm started to come through, as a film which may help us to attune to the ‘Wally’ and ‘Andre’ in all of us and the compulsions and openings that life may bring. Bon appetit!