Perhaps it was the late hour or perhaps the line for Radio On was actually that confusing.
The queue sparked endless debates about beginnings, middles, and ends, but listening to the confusion was rather joyous -- for the first time in Madison outside of an ethnic restaurant, I heard multiple international accents. Equally interesting was how many people exited the previous film and jumped into the mix to see Radio On.
The movie follows the haphazard journey of a man who has just found out his brother is dead. Radio On plays out like a giant metaphor for life: the chaotic array of inconsequential characters, the folks whose small part change your views, the trite moments, the fleeting sounds and sights, the fact that no matter what joy or travesty comes, we keep moving.
Finer points, including an eclectic soundtrack (featuring Ian Dury's fabulous "Sweet Gene Vincent") countered lesser moments, such as the questionable ocular focus. And yet again, Sting landed a cameo in a film that is either endless or just prolonging the magic, depending how much you like that tantric stuff.
If you enjoy your films with a heaping spoonful of art, check this flick out during its Sunday screening.