The Friggin’ Altos are who The Sopranos, would be if they could never get anything done or anybody whacked. Their inept gang, led by Vinnie Alto, who is trying to keep up with the new information age while holding on to the old ways of a mafia crime family, gets into hilarious situations every time they attempt to follow Vinnie’s orders.
Vinnie has a lot to put up with: a partner who has given his cooked books to the Feds, his alcoholic mother who keeps driving her Lexus through Bloomingdale’s window, a seventeen year old daughter who is hot for his enforcer Frankie, and a nineteen year old son, Vinnie Jr. who is a snot nosed punk who thinks he should get a pass on school and working because of his father’s money.
Vinnie has a psychiatrist, a cell phone and a loving but long suffering wife whom his lawyer, Trotsky, is trying to hit on. He thinks moving the whole shooting match down to Florida will help take some of the stress off him, but he only runs into more troubles from the South Florida drug lords and his old enemy, Jimmy Pecan.
No Italian worth his salt would want to have anything to do with the Friggin’ Altos. But if you love laughing you will want this gang to go on forever.