
It Started in Naples was Clark Gable's penultimate movie (The Misfits would be the only one he would make after this) and it is really his swansong as a romantic leading man. Gable began his career playing opposite stars like Greta Garbo and Norma Shearer, he would end it with Sophia Loren and Marilyn Monroe. Yes, men were - and still are for that matter - allowed to age much more slowly than women on the big screen.
Gable plays Michael Hamilton, a conservative Philadelphia attorney who goes to Italy to settle his bohemian brother's business affairs after his untimely death in a car accident, only to discover that his brother left behind a ten-year-old son. He is at first appalled at the way his nephew is being raised. He lives with his twenty-something aunt (Sophia Loren at her most voluptuous) who sings at a local nightclub. The unsupervised boy stays up all night, smokes cigarettes and doesn't go to school. Later when the aunt is afraid of losing custody she sends him off to school telling him to 'just ask someone where it is'. Of course this being a romantic comedy the ending is never really in doubt. You know the stuffy American and the free-spirited Italian will get together and raise the boy.
The isle of Capri is presented as an exotic, decadent enclave of nonstop parties, with a racially and sexually diverse group of citizens. This provides the perfect setting for romance and culture shock.
Sophia does a sexy rendition of 'Americano' wearing just a man's dress shirt and her panties. She also demonstrates a great flair for comedy. Gable is great as always. He exudes a gruff self-confidence, which is one of the sexiest assets a man can have. He also seems like he would have made a wonderful grandfather. Still it is Marietto Angeletti as the precocious Nando Hamilton who easily steals the movie. He delivers most of the pathos and laughs with his exuberant mix of world-weariness and innocence.
The plot may be a bit rusty, but this is still one of my favorite Clark Gable movies. It Started in Naples provides the perfect bookend to It Happened One Night. Long live the King.

















