It’s the last night before school. The final week at the lake. The summer job you swore you hated until suddenly you had to leave. End-of-summer movies hit differently because you already know the good part can’t last. Friends drift. First loves end. Childhood quietly disappears while everyone’s still wearing shorts. These aren’t just movies set in summer—they make you feel that awful little Sunday-night feeling when August starts slipping away. American Graffiti vs. Stand by Me. Dirty Dancing vs. The Sandlot. One last adventure against one last dance. Which movie makes you want to rewind the whole summer and do it again?