Frank Sinatra is Tony Rome, a private eye living on a boat in Miami. Tony Rome is up to his ears in dead bodies, and babes. Tony Rome wisecracks his way through his case as he puts the puzzle pieces together on a case involving missing jewels. The reality of this film is that it is just an excuse for Frank Sinatra to romance the dolls and shoot off his mouth with lots of quips and one liners. Occasionally Sinatra pulls out his "38" and plugs some bad guy with it.
The film was directed by Sinatra's go to director Gordon Douglas but as in any Sinatra film, Frank calls the shots. It does have some nice on location photography of late 60's Miami. Sinatra's daughter Nancy sings the lame-o, title song.
The cast is full of Sinatra's Los Vegas buddies and lots of fun character actors like Richard Conte, Robert Wilke, Lloyd Bochner and Simon Oakland. The female characters are treated with a less than open minded attitude. Jill St. John is a tough talking broad who has to put up with Sinatra's leering and the camera frequently is pointed at her bottom. Well that's how it went back in the 1960's I guess. You would never know the Vietnam War was going on and American cities were burning down from racial strife.
The film is recommended for it's very weird Sinatra Los Vegas attitude. It's certainly some sort of time capsule of that era for better or worse.
The writer was Richard Breen, the running time is 110 minutes.
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