'I am going to have you read from a collection of my spam emails,' The director explains as she ushers actors from Craigslist one-by-one into an audition room. The actors and the director search together for the human voice inside the dialogue of the nonsensical and malicious emails. All is revealed to the viewer; The slate, light stands, teleprompter, a boom operator, film equipment litters the audition room floor, a cow pasture, a sunset, a strip club. Is this poetry or malware?
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