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1 Whirlpool brand
6 “M*A*S*H” actor
Jamie
10 Italian smoker
14 Saint Kitts
neighbor
15 Drink with a polar
bear mascot
16 Overflow (with)
17 Civil rights org.
18 Alum
19 End of a Basque
ball game?
20 She walked into
Rick’s gin joint
21 Tournament that
awards a green
jacket
23 Springsteen’s __
Band
25 Speech therapy
subject
26 Museum
collection
27 Show of
strength?
29 Montreal
Canadien, to
hockey fans
32 Wolfgang Puck
restaurant chain
35 Litigant
36 Golfer’s target
37 Home of 
21-Across
40 Real estate
measure
41 Quizzes
42 Colgate rival
43 “Full Frontal” host
Samantha
44 Website with a
“Craft Supplies &
Tools” section
45 Fenway team:
Abbr.
46 Totally at sea
48 Actress Redgrave
52 Exciting section
of 37-Across,
familiarly ... and a
configuration
found in four apt
places in this
puzzle
56 Rating unit
57 Tennis score
58 Granola grain
59 Skinny South
American
country
60 Swimming event
61 Formerly,
formerly
62 Songwriter
Leonard

63 __ Domini
64 Ball belles
65 2014 film set in
Alabama

DOWN
1 Miss Hannigan’s
charge
2 Board, in “room
and board”
3 Sailor’s “Halt!”
4 Central American
nation
5 Egyptian viper
6 Argue
7 Farm field unit
8 Paper order
9 Emergency
status
10 Les __-Unis
11 Whispering party
game
12 Warm, in a game
13 French friends
21 Asian New Year
22 Joe Torre’s
retired Yankee
uniform number
24 God with a bow
27 Musty-smelling
28 Grazing grounds
30 “What a shame!”
31 Karate skill
award
32 Swedish auto
33 Unadulterated

34 Anna Paquin won
her Oscar for
“The Piano” at it
35 Insolence
36 Good luck
symbol
38 Drew on?
39 Tapped symbol
44 PC bailout key
45 “Cheers” setting
47 “You’re __ talk!”
48 Three-piece
pieces

49 Chain saw brand
50 Western state
capital
51 Toronto’s Rogers
Centre, for one
52 __ mater
53 Faucet brand
54 Few and far
between
55 Accident
investigation
agcy.
59 Dosage amts.

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Why 
is 
the 
concept 
of 

a 
powerful 
and 
talented 

female athlete still revered as 
something 
unexpected 
and 

revolutionary? It’s 2018. Women 
have 
been 
competing 
and 

dominating in predominantly 
male sports for years, yet the 
cinematic world is still inclined 
to exhaust the tale 
of the female who 
“proved herself” 
by competing like 
“one of the boys.” 
Netflix’s 
new 

“First Match” fits 
this archetype in 
its entirety and holds no real 
flavor, other than that which it 
has sucked from predecessor 
flicks within the wrestling, 
boxing 
and 
troubled-youth 

subgenres. 

In “First Match,” aggressive 

and hardened Monique (Elvire 
Emanuelle, “Rock of Ages”) is 
an aimless teen with an attitude 
problem, stuck in foster care. 
After discovering her father, a 
former high school wrestling 
champ, has been released from 
prison, she joins her school’s 
wrestling 
team. 
However, 

balancing her new commitment 
to the sport with her aim to 
impress and gain validation 
from her father, who reveals 
himself to be a shadier and 
shadier figure by the minute, 
proves far more complicated 
than 
Monique 
could 
have 

imagined. 

Interspersing 
sequences 

of 
Monique 
training 
for 

competitions 
on 
her 
high 

school team and rekindling her 
teetering relationship with her 
father, the rhythm of the film is 
lost. In one moment, audiences 
are rooting for Monique on 
the wrestling mat, yet in the 
next, we are onlookers to a 
poorly-scripted 
conversation 

between 
Monique 
and 
her 

father. Basically, the whole of 

the film consists 
of 
ever-so-

slightly modified 
variations of these 
two 
sequences, 

failing to deliver 
the 
one-two 

punch needed to 

keep viewers engaged. 

More frustrating, however, is 

the negative stereotype of Black 
women that is perpetuated 
through Monique’s rudeness 
and overall “fight-me” attitude. 
In one sequence during the 
beginning of the film, a girl at 
school makes a snide comment 
about 
Monique’s 
joining 

the wrestling team, causing 
Monique to lash out, grabbing 
the girl by the hair and initiating 
a physical brawl. Though the 
film’s intention is to show 
that Monique’s hostility is — 
surprise, surprise — prompted 
by her difficult past, Monique 
embodies the misconceptions 
that society has about Black 
women being loud, hotheaded 
and willing to go off on whoever 
tests them. 

Though 
not 
enough 
to 

redeem the film’s shortcomings, 

the bond between Monique 
and her foster mother Lucila 
(Kim Ramirez, “Nerve”) serves 
as one of the more intriguing 
elements. 
Divided 
by 
both 

barriers 
of 
language 
and 

Monique’s clear lack of desire 
for any sort of relationship, 
interactions shared by Lucila 
and Monique are exclusively 
negative for the majority of the 
movie. Subtly, however, their 
relationship eventually begins 
to grow. Lucila does not bleed 
into the role of the relentlessly 
doting foster mother, unphased 
by 
Monique’s 
hostility, 
as 

one might expect. In fact, the 
dislike between Lucila and 
Monique is clearly mutual, 
which feels much more realistic 
and, by extension, unexpected 
among the consistency of cliché 
throughout the film. 

The greatest weakness with 

“First Match” is that it knows 
exactly what it wants to be. 
Feeding from both worn-out 
storylines of the rough-around-
the-edges foster teen and of the 
tenacious girl proving herself 
in a male sport, the filmmakers 
of “First Match” mistake the 
combination 
of 
these 
two 

conventions 
as 
somehow 

sufficient to fabricate a feeling 
of 
inventiveness. 
However, 

women pushing the boundaries 
in the athletic world is hardly 
a fresh topic. Without adding 
its own distinctive twist on an 
already 
overused 
narrative, 

“First 
Match” 
struggles 
to 

pin down audience members, 
who quickly tire of the film’s 
predictability. 

‘First Match’ exhausts the 
tropes of a drained genre

SAMANTHA NELSON

Daily Arts Writer

NETFLIX

FILM REVIEW

“First Match”

Netflix

BOOK REVIEW

“At his table, my dead father 

sat in the green sleeveless jacket 
with orange on the inside. Or now 
and then the jacket was reversed, 
depending on whether he was 
hunting me or hiding.”

— David Keplinger, 
“Embarrassment”

“Another City: Poems,” by 

David 
Keplinger, 
constructs 

worlds with fewer lines than 
you’d believe, deftly painting 
pictures 
with 
thin, 
precise 

brushstrokes. The slim collection 
is an even mix of prose, poems 
and more stylized verses that 
depend on their enjambment 
and 
deliberate 
spacings 
to 

convey their point. Themes are 
varied but matching. Some of 
the prose poems — “My Town” 
in particular — sound almost 
like a mix between Mitch Albom 
and Thornton Wilder. Some tell 
stories of the narrator’s father, 
simultaneously 
introspective, 

detached and whimsical.

Many of the works easily 

capture the point of view of a 

child, slipping into dialectical and 
observational patterns that evoke 
both nostalgia and protective 
tenderness, while others convey 
the peculiarities of being or 
wanting to be a parent — or acting 
in a way that a parent does. The 

arc of giving in “Citizen Small,” 
in which the narrator used to 
crumple 
in 
feigned 
surprise 

for laughs, gracefully unfolds 
downward, until the speaker is 
left unable to pick himself easily 
back up (perhaps a pointed 
metaphor, vaguely reminiscent of 
“The Giving Tree,” but a beautiful 
piece nonetheless).

The best poems in “Another 

City” 
are 
reminiscent 
of 

snapshots. “City of Youth” distills 
all of the salient sentiments that 
come from holding the edges of 
an old photograph, peering into 

faces that can no longer peer 
back. “Wave” imagines a moment 
of Abraham Lincoln’s journey 
on a train, leaving Springfield in 
1861, a sepia-toned image deftly 
painted with but a few carefully 
designed brushstrokes. Another 
poem, “A Young Man’s Copybook: 
1861-1864” (and the following 
few) is written after the journal 
of his great-great-grandfather, 
who 
fought 
for 
the 
Union 

Pennsylvania Volunteers and was 
later incarcerated for desertion 
after his discharge papers were 
stolen. The melding of historical 
snippets 
and 
imagination 
is 

cleverly and sensitively done. 
“V-Sign” offers a surprisingly 
congruent relationship between 
the crumpled stockings on the 
ground, and birds in the sky. 
“Marie 
Curie’s 
Century-Old 

Radioactive 
Notebook 
Still 

Requires a Lead Box” is a tribute 
to the scientist’s passion for her 
work.

The beauty in “Another City” 

is subtle; crystal-clear images 
shine out from a muted color 
palette of material. Keplinger’s 
voice is perhaps above all musing, 
appraising pain, decadence and 
loss with an unclouded eye.

‘Another City: Poems’ is a 
slim, powerful collection

SOHPIA KAUFMAN

Daily Arts Writer

“Another City: 

Poems”

David Keplinger

March 13, 2018

Milkweed Editions

COMMUNITY CULTURE NOTEBOOK

Art is a really weird thing 

to me. I’m not really sure how 
to explicitly define it besides 
saying that it’s any form of 
creative expression — but even 
that 
seems 
extraordinarily 

vague. I don’t claim to know 
a lot about art, or how to be 
an accomplished artist in any 
way whatsoever. However, one 
sort of epiphany I’ve had over 
the past few months about art 
is that all art, no matter the 
medium, is not perfect in any 
sense of the word, and there 
will never be a piece of art that 
is.

I have so many friends who 

pursue creative interests of 
a wide variety here in Ann 
Arbor. 
From 
painters 
to 

dancers, classical musicians 
to performance artists, I think 
I’ve had a glimpse into the 
world of an extensive range of 
artists. Something I’ve noticed 
about the work that really 
takes my breath away is that 
it doesn’t strive to be perfect. 
Too often the descriptions 
of 
artist 
and 
perfectionist 

become 
synonymous, 
and 

this is a stigma that I think is 
extremely toxic to the creative 
mindset. Art should be fueled 
by creativity, not perfection. 
If you have an impossible 
idea, see it through in any way 
you can, regardless of how 
achievable you think it is.

Over the summer, a few of 

my friends started a project 
called The Bada-Ba-Ba-Ba’s, 
an endeavor that encouraged 
those who chose to participate 
to 
experiment 
and 
make 

purposefully 
“bad” 
songs. 

It was a really interesting 
concept based loosely off of the 
sound of the female-fronted, 
outsider garage rock group The 

Shaggs, but the idea actually 
proved to be quite freeing. I 
participated in a few of these 
projects and actually really 
enjoyed myself. We made songs 
about really wacky topics in as 
little as five minutes. There 

was no re-recording. There 
was no writing. It was all about 
putting down whatever ideas 
came to you as fast as they 
came, without worrying about 
the quality of these ideas.

Ideas are debatably one of 

the most important resources 
to an artist, but they shouldn’t 
be treated as such. Ideas are 
cheap and malleable. It may 
not be important for you to 
carry out an idea exactly as 
you imagined it, but what does 
matter is that you follow it to 
some point of completion, even 
if it’s not what you originally 
thought. 
Nothing 
is 
going 

to come out exactly as you 
imagine it to, and that’s half 
the fun. If you have an idea, 

do what you can to make it 
a reality, and see what the 
outcome is.

In the past, I’ve talked 

about how Ann Arbor’s D.I.Y. 
and house-show scene has 
influenced me and the way 
I think about creativity and 
art, but I don’t think I can 
stress 
how 
important 
this 

mindset is for an artist. My 
housemate and I have, for a 
while, really enjoyed staying 
in on a Saturday night and 
just hanging out and listening 
to music, and sometimes that 
music includes — wait for it 
— showtunes. We had joked 
around a lot about putting on 
a two-man musical, but what 
was stopping us from actually 
putting one on?

So, we got some songs 

together, found a few props, 
created a Facebook event and 
started 
transforming 
our 

living room into a theater. We 
had everything planned out, 
and even though we didn’t 
have an orchestra or a stage, 
we put on a show for about 50 
people in our living room. The 
only thing stopping us from 
putting on a musical in our 
house was the possibility of a 
noise complaint. We wanted 
to do a musical, so we took 
what we had and we put one 
on ourselves. Was it the same 
quality as a production put on 
by 
Broadway 
professionals? 

Holy moly, no. But it was an 
idea we had, and after a few 
weeks of planning, we did 
what we could to put it on.

Striving 
for 
perfection 

will get you nowhere, and 
although I feel hypocritical 
for saying that (the amount of 
unfinished demos I have on my 
computer is pretty sad), what 
really matters is creating, no 
matter how subjectively good 
you think it is. The point of 
art is to create, not to achieve 
perfection.

On the futile & tiresome 
quest to make perfect art

RYAN COX

Daily Arts Writer

One sort of 

epiphany I’ve had 
over the past few 

months about 

art is that all art, 

no matter the 
medium, is not 
perfect in any 

sense of the word

