by KATE HUNTER
How can a horrible phrase like, “Rack off, moll,” have the power to make me smile?
Maybe because it’s been replaced by the less benign, “Fuck off, bitch,” which you’re more likely to hear on a school bus these days. This truly is a story of innocence lost.
There’s so much to talk about in Ten’s incarnation of Puberty Blues; the story of two girls from Sydney’s southern beaches first told by Kathy Lette and Gabrielle Carey in their iconic 1979 novel. Bruce Beresford directed 1981’s movie version. It had the molls, the Orchy bottle bongs, and the panel vans, but Kathy Lette complained the movie was sanitized to a degree – leaving out references to miscarriage and abortion. This already seems truer.