
Film, media and related arts - subjective contemplation and commentary with consideration of the intrinsic duality, interminable relevance and evolution of each. Exhibition of original and contributed film, art, music and writings.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Vincent Gallo - Relevant Quotes/ Recent News/ Featured Artist

Bressonian Quote #14 - Notes from a Master Filmmaker
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Albino Squirrel Eating Some Nuts - Motion Image of Intrigue

Photo Journal of Austin Series, Part 2: Natural Landscapes


Photo Journal of Austin Series, Part 1: The City - Urban Landscapes
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Boy in a Box: A return from hiatus... now from Austin, TX
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Austin - The Arrival


Boy in a Box has officially relocated to Austin, TX - very happily (understatement). I am still just tipping off the exploration of my new city, but more updates to follow about the enthralling Film and Music community here. Check out the lineup for Austin City Limits Music Fest (Sonic Youth, Norah Jones, Black Keys, Flaming Lips, Spoon, etc.) - so unfortunate that I missed out on tickets, but will attempt to find my way in for at least one day. Follow the link to The Austin Chronicle for info on South Austin living - my new adopted community. Regular postings will resume shortly, so stick around. Yay Austin!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
This is Biutiful - Featured Film of Interest

Monday, September 13, 2010
The Onion - Breaking News
Guy Carrying Guitar Case On Elevator Envied By Everyone On Elevator, Imagines Guy
SEPTEMBER 11, 2010 | ISSUE 46•36

"The desperate desire to be me must be killing them," the guitar-case-carrying guy imagines.
NEW YORK—A guy carrying a guitar case on a midtown Manhattan elevator was envied and admired by fellow passengers during the entirety of his 14-floor ride, the guitar-case- carrying man imagined Monday.
"These people would kill to be me," the man thought in reference to the well-dressed professionals standing next to him in the elevator. "They see me, this guitar case, my sunglasses, my worn-out jeans, and think, 'Man, here's a guy who didn't sell out and become part of the corporate mainstream.'"
"This poor suit over here with the red tie definitely wants to be me," the guitar-case-carrying man continued in his mind. "From the moment we got on this thing he's been dying to ask me what the life of a musician is like."
According to the man's imagination, his fellow elevator passengers were envious of either his free-wheeling lifestyle; his gutsy decision to follow his dreams—money and so-called success be damned; or the fact that he doesn't give a fuck about shaving and hasn't done so regularly for the past 10 years.
In addition, his brain reportedly wondered if the straight-laced men in the elevator realized he's the kind of guy their wives think about when they're having sex...
When the elevator reached the 14th floor, the man exited with his guitar case, leaving the remaining passengers to continue thinking what they thought the second he appeared in the lobby: that they had never felt more comfortable in their decisions to have jobs with decent salaries, health insurance, and generous, well-balanced retirement plans.
For the entire article follow the link.
I truly apologize for the fact that this is my only posting in recent days. Boy in a Box is relocating to Austin, TX, so regular postings of film/media/music relevance will resume shortly with the introduction of an Independent Artist Series that will present you with some intriguing work by young, independent artists that you may not have had the privilege of exposure to as of yet. Until then, this was just too damn funny not to post. Particularly for those of us that have known this guy 10 times over - or been this guy on a rare and delusional occasion - um, not me, of course. Too many guitars, too few guitar players.
"The desperate desire to be me must be killing them," the guitar-case-carrying guy imagines.
NEW YORK—A guy carrying a guitar case on a midtown Manhattan elevator was envied and admired by fellow passengers during the entirety of his 14-floor ride, the guitar-case- carrying man imagined Monday."These people would kill to be me," the man thought in reference to the well-dressed professionals standing next to him in the elevator. "They see me, this guitar case, my sunglasses, my worn-out jeans, and think, 'Man, here's a guy who didn't sell out and become part of the corporate mainstream.'""This poor suit over here with the red tie definitely wants to be me," the guitar-case-carrying man continued in his mind. "From the moment we got on this thing he's been dying to ask me what the life of a musician is like."According to the man's imagination, his fellow elevator passengers were envious of either his free-wheeling lifestyle; his gutsy decision to follow his dreams—money and so-called success be damned; or the fact that he doesn't give a fuck about shaving and hasn't done so regularly for the past 10 years.In addition, his brain reportedly wondered if the straight-laced men in the elevator realized he's the kind of guy their wives think about when they're having sex...When the elevator reached the 14th floor, the man exited with his guitar case, leaving the remaining passengers to continue thinking what they thought the second he appeared in the lobby: that they had never felt more comfortable in their decisions to have jobs with decent salaries, health insurance, and generous, well-balanced retirement plans.For the entire article follow the link.I truly apologize for the fact that this is my only posting in recent days. Boy in a Box is relocating to Austin, TX, so regular postings of film/media/music relevance will resume shortly with the introduction of an Independent Artist Series that will present you with some intriguing work by young, independent artists that you may not have had the privilege of exposure to as of yet. Until then, this was just too damn funny not to post. Particularly for those of us that have known this guy 10 times over - or been this guy on a rare and delusional occasion - um, not me, of course. Too many guitars, too few guitar players.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Relevant Quotes: J.D. Salinger
"Phooey, I say, on all white-shoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day." ~J.D. Salinger (Franny and Zooey)Film Festival Update - Toronto and Venice in September...


The Onion - News In Brief 02
Report: 10 Million Killed Annually By Stepping Out Of Comfort Zones
Friday, August 20, 2010
Bressonian Quote #13 - Notes from a Master Filmmaker
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Aronofsky's Black Swan Trailer and Poster

An Honest Review of Christopher Nolan's "Inception" - Finally...

It seems that the film critics' circle, with their universal applause and praise for recent blockbuster spectacles like Avatar and Inception, have tuned into some Joseph Campbell-esque collective consciousness that the rest of the thinking, film-viewing population are not privy to. I presume that they have fallen victim to the debilitating, enchanting, hypnotizing charms of those suave studios and big (but shameless) marketing schemes. So sad, especially for self-proclaimed professionals and experts (funny). I simply can't believe how little dissension there was among the ranks of popular critics in regard to these two films. Even the more seemingly credible, or definitively "indy", critical reviews were soft and approving. Avatar is decidedly some of the worst cinematic dribble that I have suffered through in years (it would have been an average story had it been written for submission to a junior high literary magazine), and Inception, though one hell of a spectacle (and relatively interesting concept), was an average movie at best - with grueling expository dialogue and a formula story line with no original character development. And yet, the critics (even Village Voice, NY Times, Ebert, and the likes - shame on you) universally praised these forgettable, unchallenging films. Where is the young rebellious Ebert of old that stood up against popular opinion and hailed the cinematic excellence of Bonnie and Clyde - risking career and credibility? We need dissension.
REVIEW: Is Inception This Year’s Masterpiece? Dream On
If the career of Christopher Nolan is any indication, we’ve entered an era in which movies can no longer be great. They can only be awesome, which isn’t nearly the same thing.
In Inception, Nolan does the impossible, the unthinkable, the stupendous: He folds a mirror version of Paris back upon itself; he stages a fight sequence in a gravity-free hotel room; he sends a train plowing through a busy city street. Whatever you can dream, Nolan does it in Inception. Then he nestles those little dreams into even bigger dreams, and those bigger dreams into gargantuan dreams, going on into infinity, cubed. He stretches the boundaries of filmmaking so that it’s, like, not even filmmaking anymore, it’s just pure “OMG I gotta text myBFF right now” sensation.
Wouldn’t it have been easier just to make a movie?
But that urgent simplicity, that directness of focus, is beyond Nolan: Everything he does is forced and overthought, and Inception, far from being his ticket into hall-of-fame greatness, is a very expensive-looking, elephantine film whose myriad so-called complexities — of both the emotional and intellectual sort — add up to a kind of ADD tedium. This may be a movie about dreams, but there’s nothing dreamlike or evocative about it: Nolan doesn’t build or sustain a mood; all he does is twist the plot, under, over, and back upon itself, relying on Hans Zimmer’s sonic boom of a score to remind us when we should be excited or anxious or moved. It’s less directing than directing traffic.
For the complete review, follow the link: MovieLine Reviews
And, thank you for an honest and intelligent review.
