"Ok, guys. So you're Emperors of Guerrilla Film-making, and you 

happen to have a solid, intelligent and great looking movie. 

Or at least this is what I read on the Net.

As a matter of fact, I do live on the other side of the planet, 

I haven't the slightest idea of what a IFCtv might ever be and 

I'm pretty sure I'll die without ever seeing Boxes in a theatre. 

So I admit it: I'm damn curious and I want to win the damn 

movie to finally be able to see and judge it myself.

But ""quid pro quo"", isn't it? So here I offer you the sad sad 

story of Boxless Boy...

I'm 31, Italian, and I grew up and lived 

believing in the Great American Dream. That is: destroy your 

ass off working, and you'll get what you want. You wouldn't 

believe how real this sounds when you live in a would-be-great

 country, and the U.S.A. look so good from this far.

 Trouble is, 

I happen to do it. By application, dedication, idiocy, 

lack of a real life and a mound of sheer luck, 

I get to become THE man in my chosen field. (Oh yes, that would be 

electronic entertainment journalism - telling people which videogames 

are worth playing and which are shit). Cool. So I get nationwide fame, 

my Totally Independent publishing job, my very own company and a 

office big enough to high-speed skate into (really!).

Cool.

Until one single asshole walks out taking some $250.000 he was 

supposed to pay my company with. Which is to say: bankrupt, failure, 

nervous breakdown, No Future and a number of other unpleasantnesses.

Now, I'm alone, broke, badly fucked up and desperate for a real job 

(hey, this is Italy, not your country - over 35% of the under-40s 

people is jobless. And they ain't ""videoplayers"", but fully qualified 

guys!). Moral: I DO WANT my boxes! I NEED that kind of safety! 

 ...and I absolutely hate the idea.



  So what? Nothing. 

No redeeming finale. No storyline. Just a different 

comment. 

Please hold my address from the site, and do send me that 

video/Dvd/whatever. If I'll be still alive, I'll enjoy it thoroughly.

 All the best.       "Boxless Boy"        dark.dream@usa.net

TYLER AND I LOVED THIS FILM..... WE'VE BEEN TELLING ALL

OF OUR FREINDS.

WARMEST REGARDS,

MARLA

"What's this about a three hundred dollar film? Maybe 250 for a camera,

10 for a tape, 40 for postage and sales package, then the cast is naked

and catered with tap water. Come on dudes, the web site alone must

have cost... I don't even want to think about it...then, it could be fun...

 you're all raised by wolves and stumble into a tourist with a camera... 

Or maybe you forgot that your moms and dads took out a million dollars in 

loans just to get your silly butts out of high school. 

Whatever. I know some people with thousands of boxes filled with vhs, 

hi-8, you name it. Let's call it Wal-Mart Threat, indie films from 

the war front of suburbia, the battle to buy bottled water and gas from

7-11. I'm not in a box, I'm in network of heavy industry that stretches 

from a mustard seed in the mid-east to uranium stockpiles in west Texas. 

It better be a good show.    Good Luck

talansmith        colmesneil, texas        talan13@hotmail.com         

 To the creators of Boxes:

My partner and I are also short film producers.  We admire your 

finesse with concern to the $300 budget and would appreciate 

some tips on how to achieve this modern day miracle.  

With $140 going to hair, leaving $160 for DV stock, food for 14 

days of shooting, gas for driving scenes, the ad you put out 

for auditions, and copies of the tapes for your cast and crew of 

20-30 people, we are curious as to how that breaks down.  

Please let us know.        Kevin Carpenter and Matt Joyce       

ExcellenceFilms@aol.com"