This well-made, all-star movie seems to serve as a template for how this type of situation SHOULD turn out, but probably rarely does, then or now. As a result, the movie is little more than long PSA or preachy after-school special with better actors. Since its intentions are good, it deserves some credit. The script almost undermines the message with its almost excruciating tip-toey-ness. The movie's politeness makes it dry and lifeless. Poitier, Tracy, Hepburn, and Sanford do their best to bring depth to their characters. The only sore thumb in the cast is Houghton, exuding an odd brand of ignorance that has never been investigated, on screen or off. This type of ignorance, excuse my cynicism, is often referred to as liberalism. Plus, Houghton and Poitier have zero chemistry. Spike Lee's "Jungle Fever" offers a more realistic and far more urban view of the subject. Like "Dinner" it has its flaws too, but both films should provide interesting perspectives when seen together.
Review of Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
