There are hopes for "The Sunday Girl", when it starts of with sharp, well filmed scenics of Pireus and steady titles that announce the participation of Georgos Foundas, Michael Cacoyannis' regular male lead.
However we are soon into static two person conversations, spaced by bazouki numbers in the café that never seems to have more than three shadowy customers.
Young Kalogeropoulou sells her tail in the alley outside the Mexiko Hotel but she becomes the object of the affections of the young musician, with the course of true love getting to be pretty rough when Foundas, her brother from the orphanage, starts going through her purse and the cops ship her out to the institution with the inevitable mean wardress.
Drab example of the last days of the booming black and white Greek movie melodramas.
