City Paper is not for tourists
Like most spontaneously vivified auto parts, Robert the tire has the ability to make humans’ heads explode. At least that’s the type of absurdist non-logic this film would have you accept. Rubber is a dark but ridiculous riff on B-movie horror, in which a telekinetically empowered tire goes on a killing spree, doling out the same kind of literal mind-blowing you might remember from Scanners. There’s plenty of laughable gore, but it’s all paired with a heady “no reason” philosophy. The film’s writer and director, Quentin Dupieux, is a relative newcomer to cinema—he first made a name for himself with the French techno hit song “Flat Beat”—but his misfit flick has a distinct authorial voice. So far, critics have been split, with some unsure that the premise merits an 85-minute film. If you’re fan, there’s only one fate you should wish upon the haters.
The films shows at 12 p.m. at E Street Cinema, 555 11th St. NW. $10. (202) 452-7672.