Rubber

If I even tried to explain this movie, I don’t think I could. It stands outside of conventional cinema. Above it. Beyond it. When you build a movie around a sentient killer telekinetic tire, you’re already off the deep end. Then this movie adds in a group of spectators watching through binoculars while standing in the desert, a sheriff character who is both part of and outside the narrative, and so much surreality, it would make Pablo Picasso and Salvador Dali paint simple landscapes. It’s impossible to grade this on its narrative or acting, because it is so bizarre, so random, so Discordian, it resists all efforts to categorize. It’s direction? Editing? Score? Same thing. They all act as part of the bizarreness of this movie, while working against it. It can be viewed as a satire of horror, a satire of indie arthouse movies, a straight comedy, a surrealist horror, a blend of all of them, or none of the above. And any of those would be right and wrong at the same time. Do I like it? I don’t know. I really don’t. I mean, it’s entertaining, but I don’t know if it is in the way the director meant it, but I don’t know IF he had an intention in the first place. I do appreciate the balls on this movie, though, and I definitely don’t regret seeing it. I just don’t know to whom or how I would recommend it.