Jessica Fletcher is going to Hollywood to try to stop her first novel, The Corpse Danced At Midnight, from being turned into a grotesque, tacky movie set in a roller disco graveyard! And she is super pissed. 

TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE, someone's killed off the douche movie producer!  Was it his current (somewhat age-inappropriate) lover, the ingenue actress?  Her new secret lover,  the hunky lead of the picture?  His ex-lover, the costume designer, who is giving her best Redgrave impression?  The unscrupulous movie director who looks an awful lot like Gomez Addams? The script writer?  Elinor?! Or, is it indeed Jessica in her first outing as an actual suspect?  We kind of hope so.

Take in a huge cast of terrible people, mixing pills with scotch and Diet Coke, an extravagant waste of unused wardrobe, missing buttons, and a beach house party no one can stand to be a part of for more than five minutes.  HOORAY FOR HOMICIDE stars Angela Lansbury and Claude Akins alongside John Astin, John Saxon, Melissa Sue Anderson, Samantha Eggar, and a terribly underused Lyle Waggoner.