Plot so thin, it passes unnoticed.

Simple and well acted, it has tension enough to knot the stomach.

if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

It's simply great fun, a winsome film and an occasionally over-the-top luxury fantasy that never flags.

Adam Tyler (Cliff Robertson) is a pilot working under Chief Pilot Drysdale (Jim Backus). His sister Eileen Tyler (Jane Fonda) is recovering after breaking up with boyfriend Russ Wilson (Robert Culp) from a rich family. She leaves home in Albany and surprises Adam in New York with a visit. The 23 year old virgin wonders if she is suppose to sleep with men after dating a certain amount of time. Adam insists that he doesn't sleep around but that's not the case. His latest partner is Mona Harris (Jo Morrow). Eileen meets Mike Mitchell (Rod Taylor) getting stuck together on a crowded bus.This is definitely a single gal from another era. Jane Fonda shows some real charm. The first pin isn't that funny but the second time is hilarious. Cliff Robertson and Jo Morrow are almost secondary on their side of the movie as Fonda outshines them all. She's in her mid 20's and starts her rise. It would have been nice for her to have a more animated partner.

Sunday in New York (1963) - This is without a doubt one of the cutest romantic comedies of all time. The underlying premise of Eileen being the oldest virgin around is of course tossed around in the dialogue, but it is done so in early 1960's taste. A few years later, and this premise would have been a moot point and certainly not the major plot device of a movie. Fortunately, this film was made in time to be made tastefully and with a perfect cast. Rod Taylor never seemed to match up quite as well with Doris Day, but he and a very young Jane Fonda are perfect for each other. Cliff Robertson plays Fonda's brother, Robert Culp plays her ex-boyfriend, Jo Morris is Robertson's girl, and Jim Backus is Robertson's boss. Fonda and Taylor meet on a Sunday in NYC on a weekend when Fonda crashes at her brother's small bachelor pad following a relationship breakup. Robertson, not expecting her, has his plans with Morris dashed. He allows his sister to, of course, stay, and then Fonda ventures out for some sightseeing where she and Taylor become entangled, literally, in a hilarious "meet cute" that eventually leads them back to the apartment. Through a series of of only romantic comedy mishaps, a string of misunderstandings, miscommunication, and some identity swapping. All of the above are handled with great skill from the fine cast and, in the end, all is right in the world of make-believe.What sets this film apart from others of it's day? Besides the cast, it has a very well-written script and creative direction. Sometimes a weaker movie can pull through on a weaker cast or script, but when you have both, you have rom-com magic. There is nothing I would change about this film. I don't know if I've ever written that before. Regardless, it only applies to a select few films. If you love it like I do, then feel fortunate because this has just been released on DVD. Obviously, I highly recommend it, but I will say this is my favorite genre.

A diverting bedroom farce involving a cute meeting, mixed-up identities, dialog daring for the time, and Rockefeller Center.Jane Fonda, at her most succulent, bumps into Rod Taylor on a mid-town Manhattan bus, then again later, and then they get caught in a rainstorm and wind up at the apartment of Fonda's absent airline-pilot brother (Cliff Robertson). Taylor is, of necessity, attracted to Fonda but puzzled by her. She keeps insisting that her mother is also staying at the apartment -- a ploy to keep rapacious men at bay -- but Fonda and Taylor discover a black bra and negligee hanging in the closet. Mom's? No -- it belongs to roué Robertson's girl friend, whom he is at the moment chasing all over town.Jane is twenty-two years old and still, well, as she puts it, "a beginner." And her brother has insisted she stay that way. In fact, he swore to her earlier than he did not sleep with women. Now, having discovered the lingerie in the closet, Fonda decides that if it's good enough for Robertson, it's good enough for her, and she decides to seduce Taylor. It doesn't work -- because Taylor refuses to take advantage of a beginner. This, as an excuse, is akin to that used in earlier movies in which the heroine drinks too much because of her anxiety, passes out, and the hero refuses to molest her in this state.You following all this? Then it really gets twisted. Fonda's fiancé from Albany (Robert Culp) bursts in unexpectedly and mistakes Taylor for Fonda's brother. Then Robertson bursts in unexpectedly and is introduced to Culp as Taylor's co-pilot. Lots of moments that are both confusing and amusing. (If you liked "My Favorite Wife," you ought to like this. Taylor has the Cary Grant role, and he's quite good, with those upside-down ears.) Cute dialog too, with some dash for the period. When Fonda confronts Robertson with his lie under oath about never having slept with women, he pounces. "That's the loophole -- sleeping." The H-word occurs, and the V-word, and some other edgy phrases, the use of which is emphasized by the director through the use of sudden close up, indicating, "This is a shocking thing you're hearing." You get to see and hear quite a bit of Peter Nero, the Eddie Duchin of his day. You don't really get to see much of New York, though. Too bad, because in 1962, when this was shot, it had yet to deteriorate. People were clean, carefully groomed, and lived in stable neighborhoods. McSorley's Old Ale House was still exclusively male. Julius's, in the Village, was not yet completely gay, just partly gay. You could sleep in Washington Square if you didn't get caught.It all seems harmless now, and kind of fun.

Sunday New York is part romcom, part French Bedroom farce with the entire action taking place in just one day and the entire story being built around just four characters.Virginal Jane Fonda has run off to New York for the weekend, desperate to forget her failed engagement to a man who had piled on the pressures for her to go to bed with him. Half glad she had resisted and half sorry that she remains Virgo intacticus, she has reached a stage in her life where shes not to sure what she should do in regards to her sexual awareness.Rod Taylor is smooth talking journalist who is visiting New York for the day hoping to meet up with a hot date and to not put too finer point on it, get his leg over.Cliff Robertson plays Fondas hypocritical elder brother, who despite being virtuous and saintly on the subject of sex before marriage when providing advice and assurances to his sexually frustrated sister, is quite happy to conduct his own active sex life.Robert Culp is the spurned fiancé arriving in New York to reclaim Fonda as his future wife and to make amends for all his transgressions.When Fonda and Taylor meet on a crowded bus, they soon become pally enough to adjourn to her apartment after being soaked in the rain. When the talk turns to sex, Fonda ready to take the plunge just to get the moment over with and Taylor, purely for his own sexual fulfilment decide to give it a go.However when he discovers that this will be her first time, he decides against it, saying that it would be too much of a responsibility to take her virginity and that she should be having first time sex with a man whom she hadn't just met on a bus only an hour or so before.When clad in bathrobes, her fiancé decides to arrive on his surprise visit he naturally assumes that Taylor is her brother, and to avoid a good hearty smack in the mouth from Mr. Muscle and to avoid scotching Fonda's chance at future happiness, Taylor plays along.What happens then when the real brother arrives on the scene, and just how far can this deception expand and spiral until discovery becomes inevitable? Like many films of the era such as That Touch of Mink, Lover Come Back and the like, Sunday in New York deals with adult sexual subjects in a non offensive and dare I say family movie environment.It is entertaining, funny and enjoyable and although not the most well known of the 60's sex comedies it will certainly be able to hold it's own against its contemporaries.Although the four leads do exceptionally well and there is not a weak performance in the entire film, I'm sure if this project had landed in the laps of Doris Day, Cary Grant, Rock Hudson or James Garner it's popularity would have endured a lot more.