Lady in Cement

A few days ago, I watched Frank Sinatra's film "Tony Rome". Now just watched "Lady in Cement"--a sequel in which our incredibly relaxed and quite glib private detective hero investigates a VERY strange murder. When the film begins, Tony is scuba diving and discovers a body! But it's no ordinary body--it's a nude blonde whose feet were planted in cement! Obviously, the woman had been murdered--and disposed of in a very elaborate fashion. The trail leads to a gorgeous lady (Raquel Welch), a giant of a man (Dan Blocker) and an ex-mobster. Can Tony sort it all out and avoid getting himself killed?

I liked "Tony Rome" a lot and "Lady in Cement"--just not quite as much. It's a good film but occasionally the plot seems a bit convoluted and far less interesting than the characters themselves (particularly Sinatra). The music was also a bit too much after a while. It is also a LOT more sexually charged than the first film--earning an R-rating for nudity and strong language. But it also had a really nice underwater sequence, plenty of action and LOTS of smug comments from Tony. Worth seeing.

Sinatra once again plays the Miami based private eye he originated in "Tony Rome" a year earlier. He was pretty effective the first time around, but that one didn't have a script as silly as the one he has to contend with here. Of course, scripts never meant much to Frankie, anyway. If the Chairman of the Board WAS bored, or just tired, he'd rip a few pages out of the script to keep things moving. When the movie was something like "Lady in Cement," it probably didn't matter, anyway. Besides, with a more stunning than ever Raquel Welch in the cast, I mean, who really cares?

Wherever Ol' Blue Eyes went, his entourage of goons and sycophants were sure to follow, and one such unfortunate, Pat Henry, a comedian of little talent, is along for the ride as Frank's buddy. Richard Conte, the fine actor from such interesting film noirs as "The Blue Gardenia" and "Cry of the City," shows up, as he often did in Sinatra films ("Ocean's 11," "Assault on a Queen") and provides the mostly mediocre film with his usual competence. The best performance, however, belongs to TV's "Hoss" (Dan Blocker).

The interesting thing about the Tony Rome character is that he's both a tough guy and a guy that doesn't want to have to be tough if he doesn't have to. Especially if the other guy is bigger than him or has a bigger gun. He'd rather keep the peace if possible. In this movie the other guy is much, much bigger than him. It's Dan Blocker, big as a mountain and mad as a wild bear. Frank knows better than to make him mad so he tries not to.

And of course we also have Raquel Welch. Raquel kind of outshines Frank in this movie. She's like a neon sign to 1960's beauty and sex appeal. And baby you can't turn that shine down. It's on all the time, bright as the sun. She's also in her 20's and Frank is getting into middle age. The screams of the bobby-socks girls have long faded away. But that's okay. That's the way life is. You get older and lose some of your sizzle.

I didn't like this one as much as the first one, Tony Rome (1967). So I'm not going to say this is better. But if you liked the first one you can check this one out too. That's what Frank would do.

Follow-up to 1967's "Tony Rome" is saddled with a tired, tangled plot concerning a murdered blonde in Florida and the investigation led by ultra laid-back private detective Tony Rome, who lives on a houseboat and discovered the girl's body while scuba-diving. Frank Sinatra returns to the role almost sheepishly; he isn't sleepwalking, exactly, but his interest in the scenario is blasé at best. Tracing the girl's killers to Miami high society (after Rome's buddy, police lieutenant Richard Conte, accuses Tony of the murder!), Sinatra is matched with hot stuff Raquel Welch as an alcoholic party girl (she makes her first appearance emerging from a swimming pool, bikini-clad of course). But Sinatra and Welch share few sparks in their scenes together--he's much more attentive to Lainie Kazan as a go-go dancer, and has more rapport with Dan Blocker as a mad Russian fond of twisting heads around. Adaptation of Marvin H. Albert's novel "The Lady in Cement" by Albert and Jack Guss, this mystery yarn is an absolute mess, unnecessarily crowded with suspects, heavies, gay stereotypes, brassy broads, hoods and junkies. By the time Sinatra's Rome lays out who-did-what-to-whom, interest has waned. Hugo Montenegro's bouncy score manages to keep things jazzy just up to the final reel. **1/2 from ****

While diving for sunken treasure a Miami private detective named "Tony Rome" (Frank Sinatra) discovers the nude body of a blonde woman with her feet encased in cement at the bottom of the ocean. After calling the Coast Guard he returns home only to find a large man by the name of "Waldo Gronski" (Dan Blocker) waiting for him. As it turns out, Waldo is looking for a certain woman and wants Tony to find a her for him. However, after taking the assignment Tony discovers that there is much more to this case than he was initially led to believe. Now rather than reveal any more let me just say that, although this was a decent crime-drama, it didn't quite rise up to the same level as its predecessor "Tony Rome" produced a year earlier. Even so it featured several good actors with Raquel Welch (as "Kit Forrest") and the aforementioned Frank Sinatra and Dan Blocker putting in nice performances throughout. Likewise, having Racquel Welch certainly certaintly didn't hurt the scenery in any way either. Be that as it may, this was a fairly enjoyable film and I have rated it accordingly. Slightly above average.