Come September (1961)

Come September is the kind of romantic comedy that feels like a vacation you can take in under two hours: sunlit Italian Riviera vistas, fizzy misunderstandings, and movie-star charm poured generously into every scene. Rock Hudson plays the smooth American millionaire with just enough self-satisfaction to make his comeuppance funny, while Gina Lollobrigida brings a bright, quicksilver comic energy that keeps the romance sparring and alive. Director Robert Mulligan keeps the tone breezy and affectionate, letting the color photography and the villa’s bustling, slightly chaotic “hotel” atmosphere do half the work of making you smile. It’s unapologetically old-school—more flirtation than heat, more elegance than edge—so if you want sharp cynicism or modern bite, look elsewhere, but if you want a warm, endearing escape, this one delivers.

Come September is aiming for breezy, sun-drenched romantic farce: rich-guy problems, jealous lovers, and a villa full of wholesome hijinks in postcard Italy. The catch is that it’s featherlight to the point of silly, with sitcom-level misunderstandings and gender politics that can feel dated if you want sharper comedy or real emotional stakes. Rock Hudson and Gina Lollobrigida have enough charm to keep it moving, and the scenery does a lot of the heavy lifting, but don’t expect sophistication or anything resembling depth. If you’re in the mood for clean, old-school escapism, it’s pleasant; if you want wit, bite, or modern rom-com pacing, this probably isn’t your stop.