An all-star cast gathers for dinner at the house of Mr. and Mrs. Oliver
Jordan (Lionel Barrymore and Billie Burke) and proceeds to spend the
evening grousing about lost youth and a changing world that is rapidly
rendering many of them obsolete. But more erudite and witty
complaints you've never heard, such that DINNER AT EIGHT is regarded as
a comedy and melodrama in equal measure. Following the
pattern
established by the previous year's smash success GRAND HOTEL, DINNER AT
EIGHT was the best of the all-star potboilers, its structure of
episodic vignettes influencing even the disaster films of the
1970s. I know I'm in the minority, but I always found Marie
Dressler a bit too mannered in her attempts to seem unmannered, and I
have trouble appreciating Jean Harlow's much-heralded comic
gifts. In later years, Carole Lombard and Lucille Ball did
everything Harlow did, only better. But Beery, Burke and the
Barrymores are delightful, and the film's highly quotable repartee
combine to make DINNER AT EIGHT a classic of its kind.
½ - JL