Review of Rubber (2010) by Kyle G — 09 Jun 2012

A dozen or so cheap folding chairs scattered in the middle of the road, a dorky guy in a suit and tie waiting patiently... a cop car approaches and, instead of just driving up to that guy, very methodically hits each of the chairs, slowly swerving back and forth, determined to break all of them. A sheriff gets out of the car, where an audience (the same number as the chairs?) is waiting on him. He explains (with a healthy variety of stupid allusions) his philosophy of "No reason": "Why can't we see the air all around us? No reason. Why are we always thinking? No reason. Why do some people love sausages and others hate sausages? No fucking reason. Ladies & gentleman, the film you're about to see is an homage to 'No reason'.".

The audience assents and begins watching a film -- far-off, through binoculars, for several days outside in the desert -- about a sentient tire that wakes up, rolls around, and discovers it can blow things up. It's stupid and absurd and confusing-as-hell and hilarious, and the ensuing story is leavened (in its own special way) by very legitimate questions of reality, fakery, and playacting.