Film

Dinner at Eight

Name: Dinner at Eight
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Released: 1933
Cast: Marie Dressler, John Barrymore, Wallace Beery, Jean Harlow, Lionel Barrymore

George Cukor's all-star ensemble comedy-drama, adapted from the Kaufman-Ferber play, follows a Manhattan hostess assembling the perfect guest list while everyone around her — her husband, a fading matinee idol, a boorish tycoon and his gold-digging wife — quietly comes apart. It's fast, cynical, and stacked with MGM's biggest names doing career-best work. Watch it for the dialogue and for Jean Harlow, who is a revelation.

TMDb rating

6.8

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