Excerpt: There is a brutal murderer on the loose in the Southwest, leaving behind blood soaked scenes of mangled corpses with exploded heads. As this trail of lethal mayhem unfolds, a group of people assembled by a scientist watch in horror. These viewers were able to see the genesis of the rampage, as seen through binoculars. But they soon become more than spectators, as horrible deaths began to befall them.
Excerpt: A lot of this is going to sound ridiculous. There’s no way around it. Rubber is a film about a tire with psycho-kinetic powers that prove strong enough to blow people’s heads off. And the tire is named Robert. We’ll call him “Bob” for short. As stupid as this may sound, the effects are superb. No, not the heads popping off shoulders as if they’re being microwaved, but the tire. There doesn’t seem to be any logical means for the tire to move. It feels alive.
Conclusion: 'Rubber' is the story about a sentient tire named Robert who goes on a killing spree for no apparent reason, which is precisely the point. Quentin Dupieux's film is an absurdist comedy of the highest caliber which celebrates that aspect of storytelling where minor, arbitrary details function without reason. The intellectual B-movie works for a while but soon looses it own reason for existing and falls flat by the end.
Summary: This is not an awful movie by any stretch. It’s well made, well constructed, and well acted. It’s the marketing that makes it a bit disappointing. Do not expect to see an hour and a half story about a killer rubber tire and perhaps you’ll come away better for it.
Excerpt: The Movie One of the challenges for the audience of a truly original movie such as Rubber is settling into the appropriate groove. Is it a comedy, or meant to be taken seriously? I was worried early on that one character's speech about things happening in movies for "No reason"--including a litany of seemingly nonsensical plot points in famous flicks--was a vain attempt to be deep.
Conclusion: The phrase "your mileage may vary" has never seemed so apt. Rubber is bound to be divisive, lauded by midnight movie fans who will revel in the absurdity of it all, and scorned by those who see how director Quentin Dupieux's admittedly great premise could've been executed much better. Personally, I just couldn't get into it—it feels like Dupieux is talking down to his audience, but at the same time, has very little to actually say.
Conclusion: Rubber is a curious film that is likely to appeal to some viewers, presumably those who prefer style over substance. I just could not get used to it. It is too chaotic and at times painfully pretentious. It is a good experiment, but not a good film. The Blu-ray disc herein reviewed, courtesy of British distributors Optimum Home Entertainment, looks and sounds good. RENT IT. Did you find this review helpful?
Excerpt: Since premièring out of competition at Cannes 2010, Quentin Dupieux’s Rubber has been referred to more generally as “the killer-tire movie,” one of those concepts, like Snakes On A Plane or The Human Centipede , that inevitably takes on more life as a meme than as a work of art. Yet from the start, it sets about dismantling expectations: The phrase “killer-tire movie” suggests a schlocky, lowbrow horror-comedy, like something Robert Rodriguez or early-period Sam Raimi...