Haunted by the specter of aging and meaninglessness in a free-swirling New York, documentary filmmaker David Rich, in the throes of the most virulent of his myriad mid-life crises, fled to Rome to make a film about Neo-Dadaist provocateur Bernard Anson Silj. Word had it that Anson (known to his friends as “Dado”) - part Alistair Cook, part John Cleese, part Sacha Baron Cohen - had done for philosophy what Marcel Duchamp had done for art. With a British father and an Italian mother - royal roots on both sides - Dado epitomized the quirkiest elements of both cultures. After reading his incomprehensibly sublime manifesto, “Carmen Via,” David visited Dado’s villa in Rome intent on questioning him about … well, everything. He is soon swept up into the maelstrom of Dado’s world: his eccentric circle, his iconoclastic view of history, mythology, sexuality, and most importantly - what the hell it’s all about! They embark on an unforgettable adventure through Italy that that will delight your senses, make you question everything, and make you laugh and cry at the absurdity of it all. Shot over a period of a year, the filmmaker, in a virtuosic display, weaves together a patchwork quilt of images, sounds and ideas that take the audience on a journey into the belly of the beast we call life on the material plane. In the end the way out of his mid-life crisis is, well … way out. It’s Going Dado!