Picks and Pans Review: Hollywood Wives

updated 07/11/1983 AT 01:00 AM EDT

originally published 07/11/1983 AT 01:00 AM EDT

by Jackie Collins

Big sis Joan must be telling little Jackie some saucy tales about life on Sunset Boulevard. In this latest opus by the author of The Stud and The Bitch, $50 French lace panties are whisked off the surgically uplifted rumps of an astounding number of ladies. In 510 tawdry but—let's face it—absorbing pages of pant, groan and moan, Collins flogs her Hollywood stereotypes for all they are worth. There is an aging matinee idol who is a legendary womanizer and has the biggest, well, male ego in captivity. He beds a blond bubblehead actress who has the biggest, well, hourglass figure, not to mention a videotape camera in her fuchsia boudoir. She treasures an incriminating tape of a happily wedded, talented English director who is being destroyed by his penchant for big breasts and brandy. The heroine lives to wax her legs, shriek at her Mexican maid, and get more physical than Olivia Newton-John ever dreamed of with her exercise instructor. Tossing in baby-sellers, killer homosexuals, striptease strumpets, teen hookers, a luscious ice-cream cone of an ingenue and a psycho murderer, Collins creates an oily stew just a slimy phrase or two away from out-and-out pornography. (Simon and Schuster, $16.95)

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