So You Think You Can Dance

There are a couple of things that have been bugging me about Ten’s latest reality TV hit and I’m not talking about Nat Bass’s hair (how big was it last week!?).

For starters, does anyone know what the winner receives, apart from the title of “Australia’s favourite dancer”?!?

I asked Ten’s PR department when the series started and they couldn’t (or wouldn’t) tell me. The winner of the first US season scored a year’s contract dancing with Celine Dion in Las Vegas. One presumes the Aussie prize will be cash and a car as opposed to a work contract but I’ll delve into that one again soon.

I’m also not entirely sure that it’s a level playing field having a sizzling salsa dancing couple up against a pair doing a romantic ballet reinterpretation. Surely viewers will always vote for hot, sexy and dynamic over slow and classy? That’s what happened last week when Drew Barrymore-alike Courtney got the boot.

 At least in Idol when it’s pop night, rock night, disco night – everyone sings the same genre.


I Don’t Like It, part two

Barking dogs. My dog barks when people arrive at the door and sometimes  when there’s a racket in the street (as is often the case, unfortunately) and that’s about it.

Don’t you just hate it when you live near a dog that barks endlessly for no real reason and ups the ante when you dare to go into your own backyard or simply open a door?

Litter. if I had a dollar for every time I saw someone flick a cigarette butt out the car window I’d be rich. Are they still running a dob in a litterbug campaign? Must investigate.

Suite Francaise

I have just finished reading Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky. I chose it as part of my induction/initiation into a new book club.

Everyone seemed to enjoy it (as much as you can given it is set during the German occupation of France during WWII and the author died at Auschwitz) so I guess I passed the test.

The author has certainly ignited passions and Ruth Franklin’s article in The New Republic has created a major stir – just Google her to see for yourself. Thanks to Rose for pointing us to the story that appeared here in the AFR.

I’ll write more about the book when I can keep both eyes open. But I have to admit choosing it based on the Robert Doisneau-like cover image and Amazon/Borders recommendations (I ended up buying it at Dymocks!) but was pleasantly surprised by her vivid and at times brutally descriptive  characterisation


Monster House, that lame-o excuse for a TV show, has been dumped by Nine after just two episodes.

After 10 years of critiquing TV, this one screamed “dud” the moment I saw it in Nine’s 2008 showreel. What were they thinking trying to come up with a “reality sitcom” (add an H in there and you’ll be close) that so blatantly tried to copy the ingenuity of Thank God You’re Here?

Heck, they even tried to replicate the TGYH door in their logo. As for host Bernard Curry, well, he was never Stephen, was he?

The casting was odd, too. Toula (Rebel Wilson)  from Pizza and Celia Ireland, best remembered for playing the ward clerk Regina on All Saints whose partner got shot to death in one of those end of season sieges (or did she die? ah, neither here nor there).

I boldy predicted during my regular TV segment on 6PR with Simon Beaumont that Monster House would be the stinker of the season. Bold in that I had not actually seen it when I made the declaration on Perth airwaves. But  if something smells like doggy doo at a distance, well…enough said. No doubt you’ll see the remaining eps after 11pm or some Sunday afternoon.