Hello, Friday people! It’s linkspam time!
This week’s Doctor Who episode (Liz liked it a lot! Especially Bill “greatest companion since the last one you really loved” Potts!) has a beat where the Doctor clears out a Sydney cafe by emerging from the toilets and shouting, “Shark attack!” For plot reasons, obviously.
But it’s frankly ridiculous that this ploy would work, so here are a couple of short listicles.
Big Little Lies is a bestselling 2014 novel by Australian author Liane Moriarty. It’s also a 2017 HBO series starring Nicole Kidman and Reese Witherspoon, which has sparked some interesting conversations about the value of women’s stories.
Commercial fiction isn’t a genre I usually read, but I was intrigued by the buzz around the TV show, so I bought the book, inhaled it and adored it, and then watched the TV series, about which I had/am having very mixed feelings.
Look, if Stephanie keeps leaving the choice of linkspam song in my hands, I’m just gonna keep on raiding the Dance Academy soundtrack.
In which Liz attempts to write a dispassionate, spoiler-lite review of the Dance Academy film adaptation without excessive capslock or reaction gifs.

Continue reading “No Award goes to the movies: Dance Academy”
Iiiiit’s Friday! Did we forget all about linkspam last week? STOP JUDGING US.
Way back in 2013, one of my earliest posts on No Award was a look at the boys of Dance Academy. (Part 1 – Part 2.) I promised at the time that I would come back and write about the female characters as well … and now it’s 2017, the movie is released next week, I have a ticket to an advance screening tonight, and last night I finished my rewatch.
And let me tell you, quokkas, I have all the feelings. The female regulars of Dance Academy cover a whole lot of arcs and archetypes, from Tara’s need to be a fairy tale heroine, to Abigail’s evolution from ambitious and jealous queen bee to ambitious and highly professional queen. I love every single one of them, even Grace, who I also detest and loathe.
(This post is a lot shorter than the two I did about the boys. That’s not because they’re less interesting, or because I care about them less — I’m just much busier now than I was in 2013. Stupid real life.)
Last weekend, I had the extraordinary privilege of spending three days at Uluru. I thought I could write it up in a quick, pithy post not unlike a museum shop review, but this post is almost three thousand words long, and how can you reduce such an amazing and awe-inspiring place to a score out of five?
(Five out of five cork hats, though.)
What a gift this month is! We have not one but two racist and/or whitewashed media adaptations being released — Iron Fist and Ghost in the Shell — and they’re both getting terrible press.
What a shame. We shall sip our tea and nibble at a dark, bittersweet pie and try not to disturb others with our cackles of laughter.
YES, we missed last week’s post, we can’t believe we’re being shamed like this. Outrageous.
Anyway, here are some thoughts on the sportsball.