Much like practically every film Quentin Dupieux has ever made, Rubber is a champion of the "no reason" principle, a firm rebuke to cinema's focus on logic and coherence. The plot revolves around a rubber tyre which comes to life in the California desert and sets off on a killing spree, exploding its victim's heads with telepathic powers. That premise will either send you into a gleeful paroxysm or you'll think it's the dumbest idea you've ever heard, but Dupieux's movie is, for those prepared to engage with it, a riotously entertaining mockery of filmmaking itself. With numerous cut-ways to an audience actually watching the film, Dupieux ensures that viewers don't get off lightly either.
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