“In Steven Spielberg’s ET, why is the alien brown? No reason. In Love Story, why do these two people fall madly in love with each other? No reason. In Oliver Stone’s JFK why is the president assassinated by a complete stranger? No reason."And so begins Quentin Dupieux's Rubber, a film that describes itself as a "homage to 'no reason.'" If you are going to see one film this year about a homicidal, psycho-kinetic tire, make it Rubber. In fact, if you are going to see one film in your entire life about a homicidal, psycho-kinetic tire, still make it Rubber.
"A psycho-kinetic tire?" you say.
Yes, a psycho-kinetic tire. In fact this particular tire is named Robert and suddenly, for no particular reason, Robert finds himself newly sentient and looking to discover his own sense of self-identity in the unforgiving terrain of a small Midwest town.

