Anyone who remembers the infamous horse's head scene in "The Godfather" knows show business and the Mafia shouldn't be mixed. Pity poor Toni Cocozza, then, a Scottish crooner with a Sinatra infatuation who's so desperate for fame and fortune that he courts the attention of the Glaswegian underworld.
While there are all kinds of perks to having the local hard men as your friends, Toni quickly realises that it's only a matter of time before one of them makes him an offer he can't refuse.
Forced to take part in a variety of dodgy deals, Toni ends up spending more time breaking the law than singing, and it isn't long before his girlfriend (Macdonald) is threatening to dump him unless he goes straight. Cocozza only has one chance to break free, and that involves giving the performance of his life.
Lacking the scope or ambition that a feature film deserves, this could have made a passable TV drama, but on the big screen it's simply pointless. Not even the talented cast, which includes Ian Hart in the lead and the ever-reliable Brian Cox as one of the main gangsters, can enliven proceedings.
"Strictly Sinatra" is British cinema at its worst - a film that desperately tries to be something it's not. Just as Glaswegian nobody Toni Cocozza dreams of singing in the bright lights of Las Vegas, so "Strictly Sinatra" dreams of being a Hollywood feature film. Sadly, reality is against them both. It's best left to those whose knowledge of Frank is limited to playing "My Way" on the jukebox at last orders.