Despite the familiarity of the music, the MVT production has difficulty holding itself together as a stage piece. "My Way," conceived by David Grapes and Todd Olson, has only the thinnest continuity. Snippets of dialogue that bridge the musical numbers give some biological facts — Sinatra swam to sustain his breath control, he ate six meals a day to keep up his strength, he married four times but dated a lot. At worst, the dialogue is an embarrassing gospel according to Sinatra, with repeated passages beginning "Frank said ..."

Not much happens on stage. Two couples hang out at a bar and small cocktail table on opposite sides of the band. Their interplay suggests casual dating, flirtation, and minor spats. They also dance a bit.

The four singers have passable, but not arresting voices. There are no show-stopping moments. Mostly they simply sing the songs, sometimes with feeling and sometimes with a small twist that makes you listen a bit harder.

Most successful is Jamie Roftsmeyer, who's obviously an actress and a bit of a comic in addition to being a singer. When she does "My Funny Valentine" or "Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry" the audience pays attention. Roftsmeyer is able to bring real feeling and a suggestion of character to the songs, turning them into mini-dramas that touch real emotions.

Sherry Chock Wong is most effective singing in her lower register and can give a vigorous belt to "South of the Border." But when she moves into her upper register, her voice thins out and becomes almost tentative. It's as if there are two voices in the same singer rather than a single voice with a connected range.

David Vega has some good comic moments, but a raspy voice that suggests he's singing over a cold and a distracting way of squinting and fumbling with his double-breasted tuxedo that pulls focus from the music.

Elitei Tatafu Jr. is a young performer who comes across as fresh and unspoiled, with a pleasant untrained voice that tends to go occasionally flat.