No, but that might've made a more interesting picture than this false merriment set in Prohibition-era Chicago. Frank Sinatra coasts indifferently through his role as a gangster in 1928 trying to stay one step ahead of the law, aided by his faithful cronies. Sappy semi-musical doesn't even look good as photographed by William H. Daniels. It's a poor excuse to get the gang together: Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis, Jr. Joined by Bing Crosby, Edward G. Robinson (uncredited), Victor Buono and--in the proverbial pretty girl role--Barbara Rush. A nice assemblage, true, but everyone here seems to be either distracted or suffering from a bad case of the blues (particularly Ol' Blue Eyes, who looks wrung-out). The film's only kick comes in seeing Crosby and Sinatra reunited from "High Society", and by Peter Falk doing lively work in a dim part. *1/2 from ****
Review of Robin and the 7 Hoods
