Based on Jacqueline Susann's landmark mega-bestseller, this rags-to-bitches exposé of how Broadway singer Patty Duke, sex starlet Sharon Tate and demure model Barbara Parkins claw their way to Hollywood success on the boozy, pill-popping fame express heading for inevitable derailment is one of the all-time great, and most beloved, trash movies. Every backstabbing line is a classic ("Ted Casablanca is not a fag and I'm the dame who can prove it!") and every glitzy showbiz second is an over-the-top hyper-cliché (the wig-pulling catfight between Duke and the Ethel Merman-esque Susan Hayward) in director Mark Robson's fabulously camp extravaganza. Duke outrageously chews the scenery as diva monster (becoming a gay icon in the gutter-crawling process) and the moment she sings a tearful duet with terminally ill Tony Scotti in a mental ward takes this irresistibly tacky spectacle into quintessential Bad Movie Heaven.

Lured by their dreams of fame and fortune, three ambitious young women enter the world of show business and discover how easy it is to sink into a celebrity nightmare of ego, alcohol and pills — the beloved "dolls."