rodrig58 It is not just a joke with blondes, this blonde really caught her both feet in a piece of cement and waves on the ocean floor, where she meets Frank Sinatra. It's 1968's cool music (Hugo Montenegro) and the chicks are even coolest (Raquel Welch is one of them). The rest is just talk. And, unfortunately, in the only scene we see some blood, that does not look genuine, as shown in movies today, you can tell from a post that it is paint. I agreed to give it 2 points because I'm a generous guy. And for Raquel Welch's sexy ass. Not worth wasting one hour and a half watching it. Only if you love Raquel and Frank Sinatra.

garyldibert TITLE: Lady in Cement was released in New York City on November 20, 1968. Lady In Cement is a 1968 detective film, directed by Gordon Douglas and starring Frank Sinatra, Raquel Welch, Dan Blocker, Martin Gabel and Richard Conte. A sequel to the 1967 film Tony Rome, and based on the novel by Marvin H. Albert, Lady In Cement was released on November 20th 1968.Summary: It's a warm sunny day in Miami and Tony and a Buddy of his are on Tony's boat out in the middle of nowhere looking for treasure. Tony loses at poker so he's the one that has to put on the scuba diving gear and has to go in the water to look for the treasure. While diving off the Miami coast seeking one of the eleven fabled Spanish Galleons sunk in 1591, Private Investigator Tony Rome discovers a dead blonde, her feet encased in cement, at the bottom of the ocean. Rome reports this to Lieutenant Dave Santini (Richard Conte) and thinks little more of the incident until man-mountain Waldo Gronsky (Dan Blocker) hires him to find a missing woman, Sandra Lomax. Gronsky has little in the way of affluence, so allows Rome to pawn his watch to retain his services. After investigating the local hot spots and noticing a few names, Rome soon comes across Kit Forrester. Raquel Welch), Those party Sandra Lomax was supposed to have attended, although, Rome's talking to Forrester raises the ire of racketeer Al Munger (Martin Gabel) who looks after Kit's interests. Rome thinking there may be a connection between Lomax, Forrester and Munger, starts probing into their background, but with the omnipresent Gronski breathing down his neck, Rome find himself deep in a case that throws up very few answerQuestions: Who was the blonde-haired person in the water? Who was Kit Forrester? Who was Al Munger? What did Kit have to do with Al Munger? Why did Kit want to hire Tony? Where did Kit want him to go? MY THOUGHTS: As far as the movie goes, this was far better than the last picture that had Raquel Welch in it. I thought that Frank Sinatra was excellent playing the role of the Private Investigator. He was pushy when he had to be and yet smart enough to get at of jams. What can you say about Raquel Welch that hasn't been said already. So was fantastic playing the role of Kip Forrest. When she walks up the ladder out of the swimming pool in that ***** ****** it just made you want to melt. You can never get enough of Raquel and she played a lot bigger role in this film then in the last one, she was in. I give this movie 10 weasel stars for two reasons. The first is because the action in this movie keeps you on the edge of your sit trying to figure out how this movie is going to finish. The second reason and the main, because of Raquel Welch. Raquel brings out the best of any movie she's stars in with her body and she's a great actress.

Dave from Ottawa If you can buy the idea that a balding, pudgy 50ish perpetually broke private eye who looks a bit like Frank Sinatra can still get the ladies, then the other logical shortcomings here are tolerable. Sinatra is a pro and gives an assured performance, but the rest of the movie is pretty routine 1960s vintage murder mystery stuff. A beautiful woman is found dead. The cops hassle the private eye to see what he knows. The private eye starts poking around and stirs up a hornet's nest of suspects and motives. That sort of thing. The style is perfunctory, and rather notably non-psychedelic for the mid-1960s, and there is nothing unusual about the storyline. This sort of hard boiled P.I. stuff was all over the place then. Still, the Florida setting is well used to create a look of decadent glamor and if you like this sort of thing, it's an okay time-passer.

writers_reign With a few exceptions such as French Connection II sequels don't have a high strike-rate in terms of success and this is no exception. Whilst it is indisputable that Sinatra COULD act when he put his mind to it - From Here To Eternity, The Manchurian Candidate - the fact remains that he put his mind to it all too infrequently and often - The Naked Runner, The Detective - the best he would do would be to check his ring-a-ding-ding persona with the Assistant Director before walking on set.Part of the problem was that his millions of fans, including myself, would (and probably still will) watch him in anything which albeit, as in my case, not uncritically, left him free to be self-indulgent and walk through too many movies. I for one and speaking as a lifelong fan never really found him believable as a private eye in either Tony Rome or this sequel; it's just Sinatra perpetuating the image he had created since his 'comeback' as the super-cool, super-hip Jack-the-lad, ogling the girls, tossing off the one-liners and having as much of a ball as possible whilst shooting a movie more or less on time and under budget. Any movie that begins with a blatant rip-off of Farewell, My Lovely with ax extra large man (Mike Mazurski, Dan Blocker) hiring a private detective (Dick Powell, Frank Sinatra) to find the girl friend who disappeared whilst he was in the slammer is clearly struggling and the fact that it then abandons the plot developments of the Chandler story in favour of something more inept doesn't help in the least. Okay, if it's a choice between this and Mr. Bean then fine but other than that it's really just for Sinatra completists.