Valley Of The Dolls. Mark Robson (director) once upon a lime made many a jolly good movie (The Harder They Fall, From the Terrace, The Mark) and Peylon Place, which this is and more. With his merry gang of unwashed pillfermaniacs, grasping for it at every conceivable moment, he manages to make 10,000 feet of pouting film, the longest Hegelian television commercial in existence. The only safe thing seems to the unwashed screen, which the crowds attending seem to pose at, as plastic voyeurs, devoid of any thought or plebian intelligence.

Jacqueline Susann, author (and mother), conned the paperback publishers into estranging the cover so all film ads could risk reprinting it without loss of any detail. With the phrase running into extremes as "Any person coinciding with events living or denture is purely a figment . . . . " thus asuming (if one hasn't been) that somewhere amongst its pollyangst is a person called Judy Garland. It could have been the wettest musical of the year.