According to Ben M in his afterword on TCM Sinatra and Winters cordially detested each other to the point where Winters bashed Sinatra with a bed pan (they were shooting a hospital scene at the time. Good thing it wasn't while they were smoking or it woulda been an ash tray, a-la Ava)). Now there's a movie I'd like to see! Certainly preferable to this low energy musical love triangle between Frank, a female singer who can't sing and a piano player who can't act. Fortunately, Raymond Burr is at the height of his villainous period, and there are a few classic Sinatra tunes sung in his inimitable, jazzy, 50s style to keep you from flipping it off, so to speak. Solid C.
Review of Meet Danny Wilson
