A postmodern, deconstructivist, multilayer narrative about wayward egomaniacs and the equally self-regarding artists devoted to portraying them onscreen, “On the Road With Judas” is far more infatuated with its own cleverness than audiences are likely to be. Call it Pirandellian, Brechtian, Godardian or merely JJ Laskian, pic goes to such elaborate lengths to create distancing devices that it distances the viewer right out of the film. College thesis-minded buffs could constitute a small cult.
A deterministic, smarter-than-thou hipsterism permeates the entire enterprise, different perspectives on which exist in the mind of the original novel’s author, Lask (nicely played with scruffy superiority by Kevin Corrigan), the actors playing the main roles and the “actual” people concerned, whose youthful criminality has led to a life of scarcely more appealing entitled entrepreneurship. There’s a Gatsbyesque impossible love at the middle of it all, not to mention a glib talent with words and film editing. But next time out, Lask might want to get out of his own head a bit and into the real world and invite the viewer to meet him halfway.