HEY THERE (YOU WITH THE GUN IN YOUR HAND)

In Randisi’s return to 1961 Las Vegas for another visit with the Rat Pack, the hot spot’s on Sammy Davis Jr.

When he who must be obeyed—the Chairman, Old Blue Eyes, Mr. Sinatra—sends word of a “situation,” Eddie Gianelli gets cracking. To call Eddie the pit boss at the Sands Casino is like saying Caesar was a soldier. He’s actually a super fix-it guy with an idolater’s view of the Rat Pack’s consequence. Dino’s getting death threats? Frank’s experiencing a bimbo surge? Send for ready, steady Eddie, the man with more connections than the phone company, and he’ll make the bad stuff go away. The “situation” this time is Sammy’s. He’s being blackmailed by a bozo demanding $50,000 for a photo that’s worth every penny. There’s no argument from the blackmail victim. He wants to pay, but since he’d rather the bagman be a flunky, Frank taps Eddie on Sammy’s behalf. It’s an easy deal, thinks Eddie, one less likely to get him “beaten, blown up, shot at” than his previous missions (Luck Be a Lady, Don’t Die, 2007, etc.). That’s before the dead body turns up, followed by the cops, the Secret Service and Joe Kennedy. Yes, that Joe Kennedy. Suddenly, Eddie’s got to be even more ready and steady than Frank & Co. expect.

A limp plot peopled by celebrities past their prime. Requiescat Rat Pack?