Frank Sinatra is "Tony Rome", a gent swimming along minding his own business when he comes across a body, a lady's body - wearing concrete Wellingtons. How came she to such a watery end? Well, he sets off to find out in this really pretty crummy follow up to "Tony Rome" from a year earlier. His character is really pretty undercooked and there really isn't much chemistry between himself and co-star Raquel Welch who isn't really on very good form either. The detection element of the storyline here is almost incidental, and though that plot - what there is of it - moseys along well enough, it's all just a bit too insubstantial, even contrived, to sustain much interest once the benchmark for his wise-cracking, to cool for school look, has been established. There is quite an amusing scene when he sits watching telly with Dan Blocker and you hear the "Bonanza" theme tune, but for the rest of it, this is merely an adequate vehicle for two stars who both appeared to me to have wished that they were somewhere else.