Splendor in the Grass

Synopsis: It's 1928 in oil rich southeast Kansas. High school seniors Bud Stamper and Deanie Loomis are in love with each other. Bud, the popular football captain, and Deanie, the sensitive soul, are "good" kids who have only gone as far as kissing. Unspoken to each other, they expect to get married to each other one day. But both face pressures within the relationship, Bud who has the urges to go farther despite knowing in his heart that if they do that Deanie will end up with a reputation like his own sister, Ginny Stamper, known as the loose, immoral party girl, and Deanie who will do anything to hold onto Bud regardless of the consequences. They also face pressures from their parents who have their own expectation for their offspring. Bud's overbearing father, Ace Stamper, the local oil baron, does not believe Bud can do wrong and expects him to go to Yale after graduation, which does not fit within Bud's own expectations for himself. And the money and image conscious Mrs. Loomis just wants
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Elia Kazan
Production: Warner Home Video
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 2 wins & 7 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.8
Rotten Tomatoes:
84%
NOT RATED
Year:
1961
124 min
170 Views

Deanie, please.

Bud, I'm afraid.

Oh, Bud.

Don't, Bud.

No.

We mustn't, Bud.

No. No.

Bud, don't be mad.

I'd better take you home.

We've had enough kissing for tonight.

Has Bud left?

Yes, Mom.

There's wonderful news tonight.

The Stamper Oil stocks, drink your milk,

went up 14 points today.

Think of it, honey.

That means if we sold those stocks,

we'd make $15,000.

Maybe we can even send you away

to college next year.

Well, we're not going to sell.

Your father says that everyone

at the Elks says...

...that the stocks are going up even higher.

Didn't Bud say anything about it tonight?

He doesn't now anything

about his father's business, Mom.

He doesn't care about that.

What were you and Bud doing all this time,

for heaven's sake?

We were studying together.

I'm going to bed, Mom. I'm awfully tired.

Now, Wilma Dean...

I want to talk to you.

Now, Wilma Dean, Bud Stamper could

get you into a whole lot of trouble.

And you know how I mean.

Boys don't respect a girl

they can go all the way with.

Boys want a nice girl for a wife.

Wilma Dean, you and Bud haven't gone

too far already, have you?

No, Mother.

Tell me the truth, Wilma Dean!.

No, Mom, we haven't gone too far.

That's a relief.

Mom?

Is it so terrible to have those feelings

about a boy?

No nice girl does.

Doesn't she?

No. No nice girl.

But, Mom...

...didn't you ever...

Didn't you ever feel that way about Dad?

Your father never laid a hand on me

until we were married.

And then...

...I just gave in because a wife has to.

A woman doesn't enjoy those things

the way a man does.

She just lets her husband...

...come near her in order to have children.

Deanie, what's troubling you?

Oh, nothing, Mom.

I'm just tired.

I want to go to bed now.

Now, Deanie...

...you tell Bud Stamper to bring you home

earlier after this...

...especially on school nights.

"Good night, sleep tight,

don't let the bedbugs bite. "

'Night.

"Our Father which art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name... "

Something wrong?

Wilma Dean and the Stamper boy

are in love.

They're in love, I tell you, Del!

Go back to sleep, Mama.

He'd be the catch of a lifetime, Del.

I hope we bring in a gusher

every day, Boss!.

Hold it! Hold it!.

Boss, Bud's here. Here's Bud!.

Come on in here, my boy.

Your old man will get us in trouble

with our wives...

...'cause we'll go home smelling

like home brew and they'll wonder why.

They'll want some, too.

- Get something to eat, Son.

- I gotta go up to bed now.

Wait a minute, Son. I want to talk to you.

You go on entertaining yourselves.

I'll have a few words with my boy here.

Have more of this venison.

You don't get meat like that anymore.

They don't make home brew

like that anymore.

It's pretty late for a boy

keeping football training, isn't it?

Come here. I want to talk to you, Son.

You're the captain of the team, Son.

Those other boys look up to you.

You gotta run with the ball.

I wasn't much older than you, Bud,

when I fell off that crown block...

...and I hit that rig floor.

And my running days was long gone.

So, you're doing the running

for both of us now, boy.

Listen, I brought in a well today.

She's flowing over 100 barrels an hour,

and our stocks are going way up.

Those big Eastern companies are beginning

to take notice of us.

Them people really beginning

to take notice of us.

- That's great.

- You been out with the Loomis girl?

- Yes, sir.

- Are you watching yourself with her?

You're not doing anything

you'll be ashamed of, are you?

No, sir.

She's a nice kid, Son. She's a good looker.

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William Inge

William Motter Inge (; May 3, 1913 – June 10, 1973) was an American playwright and novelist, whose works typically feature solitary protagonists encumbered with strained sexual relations. In the early 1950s, he had a string of memorable Broadway productions, including Picnic, which earned him a Pulitzer Prize. With his portraits of small-town life and settings rooted in the American heartland, Inge became known as the "Playwright of the Midwest." more…

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