In this perfect representative of the 1960s, Tony Rome is back! Frank Sinatra reprises his role as the private detective who lives on a houseboat in Miami, with an endless supply of booze, broads, and one-liners. In the sequel, he discovers a naked woman while scuba diving—which would normally be great except for one tiny detail: her feet are encased in cement.
As Frankie and Richard Conte try to solve the murder, they get entangled in the sordid world of gangsters, strippers, and the alcoholic Raquel Welch who can't seem to remember anything about the night of the murder. As you'd expect, since this is a cheesy detective movie from 1968, there's lots of bikini-clad broads, naked broads, one-liners that will either make you chuckle or groan, fight scenes full of humor, and a musical score that couldn't have been more 60s if it tried. If that's not what you're looking for, you'll probably sigh and complain for 90 minutes, but if you liked Tony Rome, you'll love seeing Frankie do it all over again in Lady in Cement.
As Frankie and Richard Conte try to solve the murder, they get entangled in the sordid world of gangsters, strippers, and the alcoholic Raquel Welch who can't seem to remember anything about the night of the murder. As you'd expect, since this is a cheesy detective movie from 1968, there's lots of bikini-clad broads, naked broads, one-liners that will either make you chuckle or groan, fight scenes full of humor, and a musical score that couldn't have been more 60s if it tried. If that's not what you're looking for, you'll probably sigh and complain for 90 minutes, but if you liked Tony Rome, you'll love seeing Frankie do it all over again in Lady in Cement.