Gob Squad's "Super Night Shot" at Under the Radar Disposable fame is sweet in "Super Night Shot," the collective title for the instant films being shown at the Public Theater as part of the Under the Radar Festival. The mission of this project from the British-German troupe Gob Squad is to wage "the war against anonymity." Now that is something you might argue that the United States has been doing quite well on its own, thank you, what with all those hungry reality TV shows that require regular feeding. The difference is that Gob Squad bestows celebrity without a smidgen of snark or sourness or, for that matter, enough edge (to use one of last century's favorite words) to cause a paper cut. Its members troll the streets of the East Village, near the Public, with four hand-held cameras in search of strangers to appear in a one-hour movie, which is shot immediately before it is shown. If such a setup invites visions of being publicly condescended to (à la the street interviews on David Letterman's shows), no one who appeared in the movie I saw on Thursday night looked embarrassed or offended or even particularly startled to be asked to participate. Television shows like the "Real Housewives" series may thrive on fostering rancor and humiliation. But "Super Night Shot" is steeped in a companionable cuddliness that is likely to make it the feel-good attraction on this year's Under the Radar schedule. The finished product that the audience sees has truly only just been completed. On Thursday night the last scene was shot in the lobby of the Public, where the crowd for the sold-out show had been waiting a half-hour for the Squad members to return. The movie thus concluded with us, the audience, watching ourselves watching their arrival. Basically, "Super Night Shot" just wants to have fun. It isn't much more than a charming stunt, but it's executed with bravura seat-of-the-pants verve and ingenuity. The completed split-screen movie - with the film from all cameras projected simultaneously and in remarkable synchronicity - is layered, even as we watch, with a swelling soundtrack that samples, among other things, Freddie Mercury sounding especially swoony and the overture from "Funny Girl." Sebastian Bark did the sound mix. And a typical day in the night, as it were, becomes a sentimental, mock-heroic epic. The effect suits the plot, such as it is. The version I saw had four on-camera Gob Squad participants. Bastian Trost was the leading man, a superhero in search of a cause. Sarah Thom was the location scout, pointing out the exotic appeal of wherever her camera was pointed. Mat Hand was in charge of public relations, heralding the arrival of Mr. Trost's hero with posters and proclamations. And Erik Pold was the casting director, recruiting people to appear in the movie. Since "Super Night Shot" takes place in the East Village - home to legions of New York University students and a mecca for under-30 bar hoppers - it has more of an aspect of a goofy class project than it might had it been filmed in, say, Murray Hill. My office is only blocks away from the Public, and I'm always seeing kids training movie cameras on one another. The people who appeared on screen seemed to take the presence of the Gob crew as a matter of course. Even those who weren't game were, for the most part, polite. "Super Night Shot" provides the not terribly surprising insight that, in the age of YouTube and reality television, pretty much everyone is primed for screen time. Gob Squad will continue to blur the lines between live and recorded reality when it revives its "Gob Squad's Kitchen [You've Never Had It So Good]," a riff on Andy Warhol movies, this month. What with the use of Beatrix Potter-style animal masks and sidewalk tap dancing, the whimsy occasionally grows thick. But only a sourpuss would deny the goofy Cinderella charm of seeing someone picked to become the movie's de facto heroine - in this case, an affable, gap-toothed young woman from Astoria, Queens, who appeared in the climactic kissing scene with Mr. Trost (who was wearing a rabbit mask). And, as always, with such ventures (including Warhol's home movies at his Factory), it is fascinating to see who magically blossoms on camera. My candidate for natural-born screen gem: a barber called Big Mike, who exuded unflappable New York warmth and could step right into a Woody Allen movie. When Big Mike was asked by a fretful Mr. Trost if he was a failure as a superhero, the barber answered: "Why should you be a failure? You're doing your thing, right? These approving words drew the biggest cheer of the night. Concept by Gob Squad; devised by Johanna Freiburg, Sean Patten, Elyce Semenec, Berit Stumpf, Sarah Thom, Bastian Trost and Simon Will; sound mix by Sebastian Bark; sound by Mr. Bark and Jeff McGrory; production manager, Eva Hartmann. Through Sunday. Running time: 1 hour. WITH: Mat Hand, Erik Pold, Sarah Thom and Bastian Trost.