The two surviving heroines of Jacqueline Susann’s seminal 1968 trash epic, Valley of the Dolls, are a lot older but not significantly wiser in this sequel by the author of Satisfaction (1987). Former model Anne Welles is married to movie agent Lyon Burke, and singer Neely O’Hara is knocking ’em dead in Vegas. They’ve had their share of life’s rewards and life’s disappointments. Anne has a beautiful little daughter and everything money can buy, including a Fifth Avenue apartment and a house in Southampton. She knows her husband will never be faithful, but she’s come to terms with that (discreet tippling on expensive wine helps a little). Several-times married Neely has identical twin sons who live with their father—not that she cares much. Getting her act together after a stint in rehab, she’s as brassy as ever, wowing the “fat people with fat wallets” out in the Nevada desert while she dreams of a movie career to rival Barbra Streisand’s. For the most part, their bad-girl days are over, and an occasional Valium or Xanax is about it for cheap thrills. Flash forward: Anne has divorced Lyon and hosts a morning TV show. Neely is stuck in a going-nowhere relationship with producer Dave Feld, and her comeback fantasies have evaporated. Her son Dylan is taking suggestive photographs of Anne’s daughter Jenn, who’s only 13, and simultaneously carrying on an illicit affair with an older woman, Anne’s friend Gretchen. What’s a mother to do? Get pregnant again! The culprit: good old Lyon, Anne’s ex, an upper-class Brit who’s inexplicably attracted to Neely’s raucous charm. Neely pops a few pills, frets, and throws tantrums, but life goes on. Will Lyon survive his tempestuous relationship with noisy Neely? Will icy Anne ever warm up to her newest wealthy suitor? Will someone please throw a bucket of cold water on all those copulating teenagers?
Capable but unexciting rehash of classic sleaze.