Directed by: Quentin Dupeiux
Starring: Stephen Spinella, Roxane Mesquida, Wings Hauser
This movie is pretentious as fuck. Even worse, it tries to hide its pretension by flaunting it out in the open, by drawing as much attention as possible to how wacky and indie and deep it is. If the hipster movement coalesced into a film, it would be Rubber. I like the movie poster, though. Gotta admit.
Rubber is basically about a tire that gains sentience and kills people by blowing their heads up. Basically. In reality, most of the film is about the audience of the film, who are characters watching from afar via binoculars, and how the people in the movie are only pretending for the sake of the audience. They kill most of the audience so they don’t have to resolve anything, but it doesn’t work because one guy lives, so they have to keep dragging it out until that guy dies too. Of course, this implies that there was something TO resolve in the first place.
Obviously, Rubber was based on the premise of “what if there was a horror movie about a tire?!” That’s about as far as the concept got before auteur Quentin Dupeiux decided to just dive right in and pretend he was Chuck Palahniuk. The main character of the film is a sheriff, who constantly addresses the audience in self-aware monologues, and when he’s talking to other characters in the film, he makes a point to make sure that we know he knows that we’re watching. It’s fucking infuriating. I recommend Rubber to people who think that all it takes to be artistic is challenging the most minor of an audience’s expectations, and to those that applaud covering up the lack of a story or interesting characters with autofellatio.