Now, my babies, is the time of the season when a golden-hour SEPTA regional rail ride out to, say, Bryn Mawr can approach the mystic — when that slow ride out into the sun-dappled Main Line can feel like a legit road trip, your edibles kicking in as you emerge onto Lancaster Ave. in balmy bliss. Whilst visiting the American suburbs — the true heart of our national depravity — might we suggest taking in the Bryn Mawr Film Institute’s Wednesday evening screening of Valley Of The Dolls. V O’The D, of course, is the camp classic that invented the genre of high camp chick-flick — “Sparkle, Neely, sparkle!” — but it’s always been more, much more. In that spirit, this screening also features bellinis. Procure your own dolls.
More info/tickets here.