When Robert, a tire, discovers his destructive telepathic powers, he soon sets his sights on a desert town; in particular.
MY TAKE
The awesome cinematic powers of “no reason” are pushed to the limit in Quentin Dupieux’s funny, original and absurd feature film Rubber. I was hooked from the opening post-post-modernist rant, and was more than willing to roll with the telepathic punches as Robert the Tire menaced a desert town on the outskirts of reality. The visual style is refreshingly not trying to ape exploitation films of the 70s, but the never-ending shallow focus (which I assume was shot on a Canon 5D or comparable DSLR) feels like the new indie cliché. The film at least knows to keep a nimble runtime, and is sure to delight many a midnight crowd.