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Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (1967)

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner


108 minutes

AFI Top 100 / Classic / Drama

Directed by Stanley Kramer


Spencer Tracy as Matt Drayton
Sidney Poitier as Dr. John Prentice
Katharine Hepburn as Christina Drayton
Katharine Houghton as Joanna 'Joey' Drayton
Cecil Kellaway as Monsignor Ryan
Beah Richards as Mrs. Prentice
Roy E. Glenn as Mr. Prentice
Virginia Christine as Hilary St.George
Alexandra Hay as Carhop
Isabel Sanford as Matilda 'Tillie' Binks
Barbara Randolph as Dorothy
D'Urville Martin as Frankie
Tom Heaton as Peter
Grace Gaynor as Judith
Skip Martin as Delivery Boy
John Hudkins as Cab Driver

This Academy Award winning film covers one hectic day in the Drayton household. Daughter Joey Drayton brings her fiancé, Dr. John Prentice, home to meet her respectable parents. Dr. Prentice is everything and more. He comes from a nice family, he’s handsome, and presentable. The only difference is he’s black. The day covers him meeting the parents and they end up inviting Dr. Prentice’s parents to fly up from Los Angeles to dinner along with an old Irish priest who has been a friend of the family for many years.

Most memoriable quotes from the film:

Joanna Drayton:
"It never occurred to me that I would fall in love with a Negro, but I have, and nothing's going to change that."

Matt Drayton:
"Now Mr. Prentice, clearly a most reasonable man, says he has no wish to offend me but wants to know if I'm some kind of a *nut*. And Mrs. Prentice says that like her husband I'm a burned-out old shell of a man who cannot even remember what it's like to love a woman the way her son loves my daughter. And strange as it seems, that's the first statement made to me all day with which I am prepared to take issue... cause I think you're wrong, you're as wrong as you can be. I admit that I hadn't considered it, hadn't even thought about it, but I know exactly how he feels about her and there is nothing, absolutely nothing that you son feels for my daughter that I didn't feel for Christina. Old- yes. Burned out- certainly, but I can tell you the memories are still there- clear, intact, indestructible, and they'll be there if I live to be 110. Where John made his mistake I think was in attaching so much importance to what her mother and I might think... because in the final analysis it doesn't matter a damn what we think. The only thing that matters is what they feel, and how much they feel, for each other. And if it's half of what we felt- that's everything. As for you two and the problems you're going to have, they seem almost unimaginable, but you'll have no problem with me, and I think when Christina and I and your mother have some time to work on him you'll have no problem with your father, John. But you do know, I'm sure you know, what you're up against. There'll be 100 million people right here in this country who will be shocked and offended and appalled and the two of you will just have to ride that out, maybe every day for the rest of your lives. You could try to ignore those people, or you could feel sorry for them and for their prejudice and their bigotry and their blind hatred and stupid fears, but where necessary you'll just have to cling tight to each other and say "screw all those people"! Anybody could make a case, a hell of a good case, against your getting married. The arguments are so obvious that nobody has to make them. But you're two wonderful people who happened to fall in love and happened to have a pigmentation problem, and I think that now, no matter what kind of a case some bastard could make against your getting married, there would be only one thing worse, and that would be if - knowing what you two are and knowing what you two have and knowing what you two feel- you didn't get married. Well, Tillie, when the hell are we gonna get some dinner?"

Academy Award for Best Actress - Katharine Hepburn 

Academy Award for Writing Original Screenplay 

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