Tony Rome & Lady in Cement | Blu-ray Review

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Lady in Cement Many forget Frank Sinatra, one of the most iconic vocalists to date, had an equally formidable cinematic career, ranging from the late 1940s to early 1970s, with the performer cherry-picking roles and projects outfitted specifically for his persona. Sure, everyone knows his Oscar winning turn in From Here to Eternity (1953), or his finest acting hour in the sweat infused paranoid brilliance of John Frankenheimer’s The Manchurian Candidate (1962), but by the late 60s, Sinatra was re-fashioning his image as a swaggering matinee hero in the footsteps of previous era greats like a Bogart or Cary Grant. The Chairman of the Board outdid himself with a trio of films he commissioned, all directed by Gordon Douglas across 1967 and 1968, beginning and ending with Sinatra’s appearance as an aged but virile Miami PI in Tony Rome and Lady in Cement, both based on novels by Marvin H. Albert. While the actor’s first rendition of the wisecracking detective (who lives on a boat and has a predilection for longingly leering at women’s derrieres) is an altogether enjoyable escapade, its sequel is so obnoxiously overcompensating with its macho posturing and uneasy misogynistic tendencies its more akin to the movement of exploitation films proliferating drive-in cinemas throughout the 1970s than the sunny Floridian noir light of its predecessor.

In Tony Rome, Sinatra plays a Humphrey Bogart type private investigator who gets wrapped up in a wealthy family’s dirty laundry. Retrieving a hung over heiress (a wasted Sue Lyon) for her worried father, Rome is hired to find out what exactly happened to her missing diamond pin following a night of heavy drinking. Distracted slightly by a flirtation with a woman who was at the party (Jill St. John), Rome figures there’s something funny going on with the girl’s stepmother (Gena Rowlands). Richard Conte stars as the straight shooting homicide detective who cleans up Rome’s legal woes so the investigation can take place.

In 1968’s sequel Lady in Cement, Tony Rome locates a drowned blonde woman on the ocean floor while improbably searching for sunken pirate treasure. Now, he’s charged with finding out who the woman was, an investigation which begins with looking into where the dead girl worked as a stripper, interviewing her roommate (Lainie Kazan) and catty gay boss (Frank Raiter). The night before she died, the girl attended a glitzy party thrown by Kit Forrest (Raquel Welch), a woman whose associations with some mobsters find Tony Rome quickly in over his head.

Clearly, the stronger of the two titles is the first entry, Tony Rome, wherein Sinatra, despite his multiple sidetracks into wisecracking, seems serious about fashioning his titular PI into a signature role. The film led to one of the strongest films from his late prolific period, 1967’s The Detective, which, whether it was trying to be or not (and isn’t exactly loved by queer theorists recuperating characterizations in the systematically homophobic history of gay representation in Hollywood) is somewhat progressive and certainly ahead of its time in tone and stature.

Douglas maintained a better balance of seriousness with the star’s braggadocio in Tony Rome, which allows for the characterization to feel more comfortable in its seediness. Look no farther than the book end title track by Lee Hazelwood and sung, uncomfortably, by Nancy Sinatra, crooning unenthusiastically about her father’s character as a man who’s always ‘out and about.’ The supporting cast is perhaps more impressive here, most notably a young Gena Rowlands as a trophy wife with a few secrets. Meanwhile, a slight turn from a gone-to-seed Joan Shandlee (you might remember her as a Billy Wilder regular, most famously as the shouting leader of the girl band in 1959’s Some Like it Hot) as a prostitute named Fat Cindy rather succinctly sums about how Sinatra and co. really feel about the usefulness of women (bolstered by its generous ass shots of its actresses, a smarmy in-joke even more abused in the sequel)

Both films feature a convenient love interest for Sinatra’s Rome, beautiful, voluptuous younger women whose tangential involvement isn’t really in synch with the narrative at large. This is particularly true with Jill St. John, stuck doing a comely Tina Louise impression as a red-headed relief for his considerable tension. The latter film has an even more unlikely romance with none other than Raquel Welch, here appearing with an impressive mane of hair (a young Lainie Kazan also notably appears in one sequence as a stripper). The representation of women is even less respectable in Lady in Cement, the coroner describing the titular dead blonde woman in terms of her pelvis. “She never delivered any babies. But she definitely had relations with men,” a lascivious suit explains to Sinatra and a crusty Richard Conte. “She would have made a natural mother,” he concludes. Worse, how the film treats a pair of homosexual characters, one of them coded as bitchy and flamboyant, detracts from some of the sensitivity Gordon and Sinatra managed (perhaps despite themselves) in the earlier The Detective. But beyond these horrific moments of what were once considered acceptable motions of misogyny and homophobia, Lady in Cement just simply isn’t a good film, ruined at nearly every instance by a jaunty score from Hugo Montengero which suggests the film is a humorous comedy instead of a murder mystery.

Disc Review:

Twilight Time presents this limited edition double feature release (3,000 units) in high definition 2.35:1, with 1.0 DTS-HD audio. Picture and sound quality are great on both titles, yet it’s remarkable to note how much the latter title appears dated in comparison with the first, which manages to seem a bit less restricted to a particular moment in the swingin’ 60s. Twilight Time provides isolated track scores as well as audio commentary with film historians Eddy Friedfeld, Anthony Latino, Lee Pfeiffer, and Paul Scrabo.

Final Thoughts:

Author Marvin H. Albert is no Raymond Chandler, and Sinatra doesn’t come close to approximating Bogart’s charisma, but at least in his first outing as Miami PI Tony Rome, a routinely entertaining mystery thriller is assembled.

Tony Rome
Film Review: ★★★/☆☆☆☆☆
Disc Review: ★★★½/☆☆☆☆☆

Lady in Cement
Film Review: ★/☆☆☆☆☆
Disc Review: ★★★½/☆☆☆☆☆

Nicholas Bell
Nicholas Bell
Los Angeles based Nicholas Bell is IONCINEMA.com's Chief Film Critic and covers film festivals such as Sundance, Berlin, Cannes and TIFF. He is part of the critic groups on Rotten Tomatoes, The Los Angeles Film Critics Association (LAFCA), FIPRESCI, the Online Film Critics Society (OFCS) and GALECA. His top 3 for 2023: The Beast (Bonello) Poor Things (Lanthimos), Master Gardener (Schrader). He was a jury member at the 2019 Cleveland International Film Festival.

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