This sex comedy from 1962 isn't entirely without its charms, but some of the content is objectionable (even considering the period), and it gets awfully muddled and dull in its second half. On the positive side, there's Angie Dickinson puttering around on her Vespa on the windy mountain roads overlooking the sea in the gorgeous town of Forza d'Agrò, which was also one of the locations used in The Godfather. Sentimentally, I liked seeing 74-year-old Maurice Chevalier sing a couple of tunes, even if the degree to which is character, a priest, is involved in the sex lives of the villagers seemed a little odd. All the ogling of Dickinson early on gets a little wearisome, mostly because it just seems unimaginative, but the candor with which everyone talks about the libido of both sexes and how the wives decide to take a page out of Aristophanes and go on a sex strike made me smile.
On the downside, the film takes attitudes that haven't aged well, which in itself isn't surprising and something I'd normally try to accept and learn from, but it crossed a line with the spousal abuse humor. The men have a right to expect sex from their wives, you see, and so when they hold out, they can be knocked around, and some of them appearing with garish black eyes the following morning. One of the jokes is that the husband also has a black eye, but I found no solace in that. This was part of acceptable humor of the period, e.g. Jackie Gleason regularly threatening to sock Audrey Meadows in the kisser six years earlier on the TV show 'The Honeymooners,' but when it's clear punching actually has occurred and no big deal, it's tough to enjoy.
To some extent I probably would have excused the film for those moments, but it also goes downhill when it starts trying to maneuver Dickinson's character into a romance with a character played by Gabriele Ferzetti. I found the scenes between them bland and uninteresting, taking away from Dickinson's flirtation with the villagers or the dynamic with the wives, one of whom is played by Sylva Koscina, who is unfortunately underused. As it plays out, all of the bite and playfulness is sucked out of the film, leading to a rather humdrum ending.
On the downside, the film takes attitudes that haven't aged well, which in itself isn't surprising and something I'd normally try to accept and learn from, but it crossed a line with the spousal abuse humor. The men have a right to expect sex from their wives, you see, and so when they hold out, they can be knocked around, and some of them appearing with garish black eyes the following morning. One of the jokes is that the husband also has a black eye, but I found no solace in that. This was part of acceptable humor of the period, e.g. Jackie Gleason regularly threatening to sock Audrey Meadows in the kisser six years earlier on the TV show 'The Honeymooners,' but when it's clear punching actually has occurred and no big deal, it's tough to enjoy.
To some extent I probably would have excused the film for those moments, but it also goes downhill when it starts trying to maneuver Dickinson's character into a romance with a character played by Gabriele Ferzetti. I found the scenes between them bland and uninteresting, taking away from Dickinson's flirtation with the villagers or the dynamic with the wives, one of whom is played by Sylva Koscina, who is unfortunately underused. As it plays out, all of the bite and playfulness is sucked out of the film, leading to a rather humdrum ending.