Review of Rubber (2010) by Spencer S — 04 Aug 2011

The frivolity of the carefree, awkward, and abstract cinema that has developed over the past decade has been a process that has interested us all, bringing forth screenwriter Charlie Kaufman, director Wes Anderson, and a bevy of intellectuals and French modernists that have cultivated a light construct.

This film intertwines that genre along with the violence and sickness of the recent Hobo with a Shotgun and Machete, not in their visual representations, but mere violence for the sake of action packed impropriety.

The film follows, of all things, a roaming and clearly alive rubber tire, as it kills, rolls, and is followed along by a string of spectators and characters, in that order. The premise and execution are tirelessly pounded into us, an audience that isn't appreciated and told to open our minds to absurdity for the sake of.

...profit? It's hard to tell through the long winded narration (the only way to describe it) by the people surrounding the story, which they're not part of; but there really isn't anyone in this story.

There is the tire, precariously named Robert, but the series of queer events are not the cute little unexpected comedy you want. It's more strangely made than anything, though I still enjoyed the direction, music selection, and bounty of fake bodies and exploded animals.

It was good for a friendly watch but not an expert analysis.