My dinner with Andre

 “What does that mean: a wife, a husband, a son? A baby holds your hands and then suddenly there’s this huge man lifting you off the ground, and then he’s gone. Where is that son?”

I love the end of this film. It’s about how identity, emotions & the world are fluid. You can travel & ‘search’ for your ‘identity’ or try to ‘fix’ it to people and things around you but it’s all passing by – like water through your hand & all there is is Life. A brilliant last line.

And then  you get a shot of the waiter at the end- who they have treated all the way through as an archetypal waiter – It makes you think about how – he’s someone’s son too – as is everyone.