Hi I Need to Be Loved

“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. Together, the actors and the director look for the human voice inside the nonsensical and malicious emails. All of the casting process is revealed to the viewer: the light stands, the teleprompter, the boom operator. Film equipment litters the audition room floor, a cow pasture, a sunset, a strip club. Is this poetry or malware?