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ACROSS
1 Bit of talk show
self-promotion
5 Judean king
10 “Hurry up!”
14 Real snoozefest
15 Native New
Zealander
16 Angelic aura
17 *Guys’ hair
coloring product
19 Cruise stop
20 Dry, as bread
21 Maui memento
22 Kind of computer
error that may
cause data loss
23 Steel-cut grain
25 Eccentric person
27 Chain with
headquarters at
One Geoffrey
Way, Wayne,
N.J.
31 Former
Southwest
subsidiary
34 Give __ on the
back: praise
35 Criticize nonstop
37 Hold in, as a
sneeze
38 Cheering word
39 *Radioactive
emission
41 Suffix with
percent
42 Defeats soundly
44 Actress Ullmann
or Tyler
45 Ran off
46 Informer, to a cop
48 Allergy stimulants
50 Pig noises
52 “__ is me!”
53 Sends junk e-mail
to
55 Busy pro in Apr.
57 Digilux 3 camera
maker
61 Red “Sesame
Street” puppet
62 Hard-to-define
element, or a hint
to what can
precede each
last word in the
answers to
starred clues
64 Bank claim
65 Bluesy Memphis
street
66 Danish shoe
brand
67 Not as much

68 Made inquiries
69 Like plow horses

DOWN
1 Sandwiches with
Jif, briefly
2 Rude dude
3 Heavenly bear
4 “Beat it!”
5 Gp. with a copay
6 Countess’ spouse
7 Lover of Juliet
8 Crispy
Crunchies! fries
maker
9 Noisy clamor
10 Ristorante red
11 *Root source for
a database
12 Southwestern pot
13 Holiday season
18 Emotion causing
quaking
22 Winks count
24 Listens to, as a
radio station
26 Repudiate
27 Fruit pastries
28 Eye-fooling genre
29 *Big place to play
online
30 Minded the kids
32 “Magic in the
Moonlight”
director Woody

33 Food, shelter,
etc.
36 Cowboy’s lady
39 Nearly excellent
grade
40 Tear apart
43 Latter-day Saints
45 Defrauds
47 Carves in stone
49 “Copacabana”
temptress
51 Command to
Spot

53 Go like 
hotcakes
54 Ballerina’s bend
56 Wheel-
connecting rod
58 Restless desire
59 Chanel of
perfume
60 Yankee with
more than 3,000
hits, familiarly
62 Schedule abbr.
63 Nourished

By C.C. Burnikel
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FILM REVIEW
Undercooked ‘Burnt’

By LAUREN WOOD

Daily Arts Writer

I’m going to get these out 

of the way fast. “Burnt” is 
a carefully constructed but 
undercooked 
drama 
of 
a 

film, 
crafted 

out of heavily 
seasoned 
empty 
calories 
that 
leave 

the 
viewer 

partially 
satisfied, but 
hungry 
for 

something more substantial. 
The 
characters, 
especially 

Bradley Cooper’s genius but 
erratic 
hothead, 
are 
over-

talked and half-baked, paired 
with mouthwatering food porn 
montages that whip around 
in an effort to impress but 
ultimately prove more flash 
than flavor. Alright, fun over.

More seriously, “Burnt” is 

a film with a lot of potential. 
Adam Jones (Bradley Cooper, 
“Silver 
Linings 
Playbook”) 

is a fallen mastermind of a 
chef, whose tumultuous life 
of drugs, alcohol and women 
in Paris has dragged him to 
ruin. After getting clean, he 
moves 
to 
London 
looking 

for culinary redemption in 
the form of a coveted three 
star Michelin rating. But, to 
reestablish 
himself 
in 
the 

high-stakes, high-class world 
of culinary virtuosity, he must 
reconnect with lost friends and 
competitors to put together an 
expert kitchen staff and regain 
the respect of his community

An engrossing story and well-

balanced cast, however, are not 
all that make a movie, something 
that director John Wells (“The 
Company Men”) seems both 
overly aware of and not sure of 
at all. Cooper’s manic, Gordon 
Ramsey-esque Adam Jones is a 
rock star whose passion borders 
on caricature. His screaming, 
crying, throwing and walking 
really, really dramatically in a 
leather jacket and shades adds 
up to almost nothing in the end: 
a predictably intense character 
with a tortured mind we can 
just barely begin to understand. 

Cooper’s significant moments, 
cooking 
for 
another 
chef’s 

daughter or staying up late to 
look for the perfect cut of fish, 
are snuck in between these 
melodramatic episodes, almost 
mistakenly carrying the film 
in their subtlety. In this same 
vein, the script twirls small 
moments of authenticity out 
of the kitchen staff’s behind-
the-scenes camaraderie or talk 
of the now-established chefs’ 
rough 
beginnings 
in 
more 

famous restaurants. However, 
it is rare that these moments 
are not followed by an explicit 
and 
overwrought 
branch 
of 

explanatory dialogue, stopping 
much of this emotional success in 
its tracks. The film seems unsure 
of the strength of these restrained 
but successful overlaps of writing 
and cast, filling possible breathing 
room with needless intensity.

In this intensity, though, 

“Burnt” is not a standalone story. 
From “Hell’s Kitchen” to “Chef,” 
cooking TV shows and movies 
are turning away from the idea of 
the kitchen as a warm, feminine 
space to characterizing chefs as 

masculine artists who will do 
anything to get to the top. Chefs 
are no longer the Julia Child-
like providers but unpredictable, 
tortured rock stars. The blue 
flame of a burner, the clean 
swipe of a knife through meat, 
a kaleidoscopic array of freshly 
chopped fruit and the final 
precise dip of spoon to plate are 
all captured in “Burnt” with 
an artistic reverence, flicked 
through 
with 
the 
rhythmic 

intensity of any music video. 
Although 
Sienna 
Miller’s 

(“American Sniper”) Helene, a 
chef working under Adam Jones, 
steps up with a formidable 
toughness apart from the typical 
idea of cooking as a feminine 
means of provision. But she is 
shown multiple times making 
breakfast for her daughter in the 
mornings and acts almost as a 
bridge between these opposite 
interpretations 
of 
kitchen 

space. This doesn’t mean she’s 
his equal, though, and like the 
scores of women before her, falls 
under the spell of Adam Jones’s 
womanizing sway.

Playing into the culinary rock 

star genre, “Burnt” does little to 
expand on the masculinization 
of the kitchen other than add 
another screaming, heated voice 
to the chorus. Although the cast 
and general plot have potential, 
the film flounders in its moments 
of self-doubt, overshadowing its 
most powerful moments with 
heavy-handed intensity.

C+

Burnt

Rave and 
Quality

The Weinstein 

Company

THE WEINSTEIN COMPANY

“Is that you, Chris Kyle?”

‘Burnt’ wastes 
its potential on 
banal intensity.

STYLE REVIEW
Halloween fashion

By Daily Style Writers

Halloween 2015 went out 

with a bang. Here are some of 
The Michigan Daily style team 
shares the most notable looks 
from at hoMe and Hollywood.

Celebrity Costumes
Kim Kardashian West
Another 
year, 
another 

Halloween, 
another 
Kim 

Kardashian 
Halloween 

costume. In the past Kim 
has taken full advantage of 
the holiday to dress up as the 
likes of superheroes, Disney 
princesses and various types 
of feline creatures. However, 
this year, she did something 
totally unexpected, something 
no one could have predicted. 
Ladies and gentleman, Kim 
Kardashian dressed up as Kim 
Kardashian for Halloween 2015. 
Channeling her hideous-couch 
floral printed gown from the 
2013 Met Ball, Kardashian paid 
homage to her former pregnant 
self. Lazy or genius? Call it 
whatever you want, but we 
can’t help but wonder if Yeezus 
himself inspired this act of pure 
narcissism. Bottom line is, the 
outfit didn’t work in 2013, and 
it still isn’t working now, Kim, 
this is a worst dressed for sure. 

— Mariam Sheikh

Gigi Hadid
Gigi Hadid slayed Halloween 

as “Grease” ’s Sandra Dee. Not 
only does she already look like 
Sandra with her blond hair, 
Hadid wore a half mesh off-the-
shoulder black crop top, black 
Lycra 
high-waisted 
leggings 

and a leather jacket with lacing 
details. 
She 
completes 
her 

Sandra Dee look with tight 
blond curls, bright red heels, 
nails and lipstick — and of 
course a fake cigarette. Best 
dressed. — Carly Colonnese

Heidi Klum
Klum is known for going 

all-out every Halloween in the 
costume department for her 
annual 
spook-tacular 
bash. 

While 
for 
most 
Halloween 

costumes are simply accessories 
or clothing, for Klum, nothing is 
off limits. From prosthetics and 
latex to a whole lot of fur, her 
mission is to truly transform 
each year. Needless to say, 
she has set high expectations 
for her fans, and this year she 
disappointed. 
Klum 
dressed 

as an even tackier version of 
Jessica Rabbit — the outfit 
was all glitz and no glam, all 
fire without the flare. She gets 
my vote for most effort given 

without the reward. Maybe 
next year, Heidi. — Mariam 
Sheikh

Campus Costumes
Cutie Scooby
Always on the lookout for 

a great Scooby Doo rendition, 
this particular canine costume 
caught my eye. Dressed in a 
midi brown bodycon dress and 
headband fitted with a goofy 
Scooby face, this Halloweener 
gets major props for being 
straightforward 
and 
stylish. 

Her high neck paired perfectly 
with the handmade felt collar 
(creativity, 
people!), 
which 

could have easily been mistaken 
for a chic choker. Someone 
deserves a Scooby Snack. —
Mara Maclean

Loofah
Nothing like a costume that’s 

hilarious without sacrificing 
cuteness. Thursday night I ran 
into a pair of loofahs, pulled 
together with shower caps, rope 
handles and lots of colorful 
tulle. Sure the costumes are a 
little on the voluminous side 
(loofahs are round, after all), 
but once you get past hip-length 
it’s all about the legs. Color 
coordinating in baby blue and 
hot pink, this was a pair to 
remember. — Kathleen Davis

I saw Hilary Duff live

HOLLYWOOD RECORDS

“This spoon tastes so good! I love the taste of spoon!”

By CATHERINE BAKER

Daily Arts Writer

This week, Daily Music Writers 

are looking back on the first albums 
they ever loved. Today, Catherine 
Baker remembers Hilary Duff’s 
Metamorphosis.

My name is Catherine Baker. It 

is 2004. I am eight years old. This 
is a story about Hilary Duff.

Looking back at my childhood 

(or at least the parts of it I haven’t 
blocked out of my memory), the 
moments I’m most nostalgic for 
are those spent in front of my 
small karaoke machine in the 
playroom of one of my old houses. 
I am usually alone, which is an 
unfortunate side effect of moving 
four times in four years, and I 
am often wearing a pink feather 
boa that once belonged to my 
cousin. (This is an unfortunate 
side effect of not having a strong 
fashion icon in my life. Mom, I’m 
looking at you.)

I would like to preface this by 

emphasizing the fact that I was 
an extremely angsty pre-teen. 
For a child with a low tolerance 
for conflict and eye contact, I 
sure had a lot of pent up anxiety. 
Clearly, this manifested itself in 
my affinity for Disney Channel 
stars and movies about dogs.

In this room with floor to 

ceiling windows, I arrange my 
Webkinz in a semi-circle at my 
feet, boot up my old karaoke 
machine and belt out “Sweet 
Sixteen” by Hilary Duff. In that 
moment, I’m not awkward, eight-
year-old 
Catherine 
with 
too 

many thoughts and not enough 
athletic ability. Right then, I am a 
much older, much more confident 
version of myself, dreaming about 
“driving down to the club where 
we go to dance.”

Fast-forward to 2006, three 

weeks before my 10th birthday. 
I’ve moved again, this time to 
Michigan, and my mother has 
driven me back to Ohio for one 
last hurrah before I begin the 
adventure that is fourth grade. 
Five of my closest friends have 
gathered to see — you guessed it 
— Hilary Duff in concert.

As this is my first concert 

experience, I am dressed in my 
best jean skirt and sweater combo 
with no idea what to expect. Her 
sister Haylie is the opening act, 
and while I know relatively little 
about the rest of the Duff family, it 
does not stop me from screaming 
at the top of my tiny little lungs. 
After a few sugary sweet pop 
songs, Haylie exits, and the 
entire stadium erupts with cheers 
calling for Hilary. When she 
finally enters in the wake of neon 
strobe lights, I am silent in awe 
of her sparkly outfit and opening 
dance number.

My pink feather boa has been 

lost in the move, but for a moment 
I wish it was wrapped around 
my neck one last time. I know 
every word to the Metamorphosis 
album, and I fall asleep before 
the end of the concert, but it is 
the happiest moment of my short 
life thus far. I look around at the 
thousands of strangers singing 
the exact same words, at the 
parents that have been dragged 
along to this 17-year-old’s show 
and at my friends whose names 
I’ve now forgotten. Even at nine 
years old, I’ve been around long 
enough to know that I won’t see 
these girls again. This is their 
lasting memory of me—Catherine, 
in her fuzzy purple sweater that 
sheds on your clothes when you 
hug her, screaming the words to 
“Come Clean” with just a little too 
much aggression.

While Metamorphosis may not 

be the coolest first favorite album, 
it certainly made an impact on an 
impressionable young Catherine. 
From singing alone in my room to 
dancing with thousands, Hilary 
helped me grow up even when I 
didn’t know how.

This is a story 
about Hilary 

Duff.

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