I can't remember whether I blogged about the amazing find at my local DVD Valhalla. I'd been trying to track down the movie for nigh on 6 years, after letting it slip through my fingers when I worked at a video store during my undergrad days. Not even ACMI had it in their collection.

Then one day (the orchestra rises) I strolled into JB for my regular prowl of the DVD section. Nothing jumped out at me. As I headed for the door I glanced at the super-cheap-really-dodgy table and my eye fell upon it. GASP! Here it was! In all it's technicolour, plasticine glory.

I finally got around to watching it yesterday (while starting on my Kittyville hat) and it was more fantastically indulgent than I ever remembered. It must be the clarity of DVD. Or perhaps my unhealthy adoration of Sharon Tate (looking like BB). Either way, it's a beauty.

Glamour! Scandal! Uppers! Downers!

It's got it all. Including this immortal line:

"The only hit that comes out of a Helen Lawson show is Helen Lawson, and that's ME, baby, remember?