"It still gives a glorious taste of Italy on a summer day a half-century ago. 'Quando, Quando, Quando' chases the jazz music of the soundtrack and the constant four-note honk of Bruno’s snappy roadster; young people dance the twist on the beach; and cars weave in and out of their lanes as if dangled by strings."

"Il Sorpasso still feels unmissable... It’s a film that leavens the cruising and carousing with a fair share of internal reflection. Yes, the frame is filled with the era’s bikini-clad pulchritude, but the fuel here is primo neurosis."