The show's firepower are the string of hits, sung with karaoke flourish to a crack live orchestra by Sinatra, Martin and Davis impersonators. All of 'ole Blue Eyes' trademarks are here, from the opening "Luck Be a Lady" to the confetti-sparked first-act closer, "New York, New York," from "My Kind of Town" to "Mack the Knife" and, of course, "My Way."

Stephen Rashbrook leads the pack as Frank Sinatra, and he presents a smooth, if not particularly distinctive voice, and plenty of cool-guy moves, including head jerks and syncopated pauses. Phil Barley has handsome stage presence as the stumbling drunken lounge singer, Dean Martin, even if that persona starts to wear thin before the curtain falls on the first act.

The stage stealer here is David Hayes' vibrant Sammy Davis Jr., who offers a hammy dead-on impersonation, the perfect fit of actor and role. And Hayes can really dance, a standout in tap and soft-shoe numbers, equally matched by his lead vocals on "Birth of the Blues."

The show, which was launched in London in 2000, has been touring the U.S. since 2006. By now, its appreciation of the lounge era seems doubly dated, with the mothball scent of the '60s-era script superseded by the hipsters' rediscovery of cocktail culture in such mid-'90s movies as "Swingers."

But what the show does best is offer a tribute to the charisma among three male performers, highlighted in a particularly well-executed second act medley.

On opening night, the show's smooth pacing, well-mixed sound and glamorous lighting quickly eased the discomfort of a 10-minute late start time.

"We feel sorry for you people who don't drink," Barley as Martin comments at the top of the second act. "No, I mean it. When you wake up in the morning, that's how good you're going to feel all day."

The joke seemed to spark the night's most knowing laughter from teetotalers and drinkers alike in the Salt Lake City audience, most of whom seemed to be feeling good at the memories prompted by the night's familiar songs.