Boy, did things change quick after this was
made! Definition of "nice girls" and premarital limit was soon to be
rewritten, and radically, with JaneFonda to large extent at the foreground.
How could Metro have reissued this with straight faces even two years later,
let alone ten. Was there even a network run for such an instantly dated "sex
comedy"? Fonda and Rod Taylor are caught in pajamas (could anything be
more compromising?) and you'd think A-Bombs had fallen. What gives it charm is Manhattan capture of
streets and people like they'll never be again. MGM does not stint on outdoor
touring; you can feel exhaust from cabs that take in/let out farce-engaged cast
members. The old double standard gets what amounted to a final airing. Men do
(it's their nature), but nice girls mustn't, not ifthey expect to marry.
Sunday In New York could run to hoots and jeering on campuses nationwide if
anyone bothered, but who among youth knows J. Fonda, Rod Taylor, or Cliff Robertson? I
was pleased by its very quaintness, and the fact Warner Instant streams Sunday in
HD, lending postcard gleam to ice skating, airports (flying is a topic), and
bachelor pad accoutrement (Peter Nero albums and copies of Playboy), all
more vivid thanks to High-Def clarity. Why wasn't Rod Taylor a bigger star?
I likewatching him more than guys who ranked higher in the 60's.