You say you want a revolution? Well, we all want to change the world, but where to begin with a population sedated by television, booze, casual screwing, and celebrity screw-ups? In his intimate debut feature, Revolution Summer, local filmmaker Miles Matthew Montalbano channels that frustration into a poetic, open-ended inquiry. Three unsatisfied Bay Area twentysomethings, whose malaise is partly personal but mostly mysteriously political, search for meaning beyond the next Bud or bong. Montalbano is talking bout -- and to -- his generation, but he avoids sermons or answers in favor of adult ambiguity. An erstwhile communiqué from the underground, Revolution Summer (which premiered at the S.F. International Film Festival in May) embodies a desire for political debate and action that is completely lacking in the current indie-film scene. It's also not terribly visible in the public sphere, hence the movie is aimed squarely at the great swath of young Americans who drifted from Iraq fever to Iraq fatigue without the in-between stages of anger and protest. Montalbano clearly got John Lennon's point: "You tell me it's the institution/ Well, you know/ You better free your mind instead."