Director: Quentin Dupieux
Writer: Quentin Dupieux
Cast: Stephen Spinella, Jack Plotnick, Wings Hauser
When Robert, an inanimate tire, discovers his destructive telepathic powers, he soon sets his sights on a desert town; in particular, a mysterious woman becomes his obsession.
Rubber is that rare beast... a film that's unique. Plot is surplus to the directors intentions of doing just what he wants. Deep down it's basically a lone killing spree movie, instead of it being a human/monster or animal its a rubber tire doing the succession of killings.
That doesn't really do the film credit though, as its more an examination on the 'what/why the fuck principle of films'. The film starts with a monologue from a desert sheriff giving a rant direct into the camera about the 'WHY THE FUCK' flaws in movies claiming every film has them, things like why do we never see characters wash or go to the toilet or eat sometimes. Rubber builds on this concept as it rolls along (pun intended) throwing loads of random nonsense in the mix, things like the tire taking a shower or the sheriff from earlier telling the rest of the cast to go home they're only actors. I don't think it's a film for everyone, but if you're in the mood for something very different and you're open to totally bizarre moments you should enjoy this as much as I did.
(7½ out of 10)
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