
If there was ever a film designed to question convention, "Rubber" is that film. French writer and director Quentin Dupieux manages to take an inanimate object, instill in it sentience, then have it roll around and blow stuff up. Encapsulated in its own little world, "Rubber" is a film that exemplifies absurdity and doesn't try to be anything else; although the intended result was indeed achieved, the film suffers from its limited premise. Following a snazzy intro to set the flick in motion, we're given a slightly plodding film with a few laugh out loud moments that ends way sooner than it should.
'Rubber' has no plot to speak of, though I suppose that's the point. The film opens with our eponymous tire becoming aware of its abilities to blow stuff up and roll around. Much like a child learning to walk, it takes some time to get used to being a tire capable of self-propelling, teetering on either end until it falls to the ground, letting fly a cloud of dust and dirt. Undeterred, it gets back up and keeps on truckin', ultimately rolling into town and trying his new-found powers on a poor, unsuspecting traveler. Throughout all of this, we're joined by a second audience within the film, watching the events unfold through binoculars as if they're watching a movie themselves. Head-explodiness ensues.

I've never understood the need to change the title of a movie to reflect overseas distribution. I get the fact that most people are uneducated fools who have probably never heard of Iceland's capital and might be confused as to what it actually means, but part of the fun of the movie's title is the inclusion of Reykjavik. Or at least it is to me. It gives the film a local flare and an interesting name, which can in turn help solidify its status as one of those weird movies you just have to show to your friends one night while getting baked at home. Now you'll just be showing them
French horror had its heyday a few years back, with the likes of Inside and Martyrs causing horror fans to crap themselves with excitement that gritty, violent and seemingly real horror was finally making its way to the states. While I do quite enjoy both films, I prefer those that eschew blood in favor of tension and those that focus heavily on the human aspect of fear. The forthcoming Captifs seems to be a film right up my alley.
A little over half a decade ago, a film critic coined the term "torture porn" to refer to a specific type of horror film that brought all the blood and guts to the forefront, often at the expense of story and character development. I'm looking at you, Captivity. Now, thanks to our friends across the pond, we apparently have a new sub-genre: hoodie horror. 

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