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Rubber - Quentin Dupieux

Few of you know, but I'm a big fan of horror films, gore films of all kinds, Z series and other series B. Nothing pleases me more, after a stressful week, than watching this film, I clung to my seat as a hysteric. It's stronger than me, it works on my nerves like a real effect. Moreover, nothing pleases me more than when the film in question plays with the viewer and manipulates the black humor.

I laugh a lot, but most of the absurd and the everyday fun ever wrote a comedy show. In fact, I do not like improvisation, either, especially in a one-man show, and I have trouble with stand-up, especially because I can not stand people trying at all costs make me laugh. When I hear a comic launch a valve and wait for the laughter of spectators, it bothers me, I can not help it. I did not feel like laughing at such times that if I held up a sign "LAUGHTER" like a common driver room.

For all these reasons, I loved Rubber, the latest film by Quentin Dupieux.

First, the context clearly announces the color: one is in a U.S. desert type Arizona, where it is more likely to cross a tipping another be alive. Obviously, all the classics are there: the endless road and empty gas station glaucous and almost abandoned, with its payphone that does not work, and seedy motels course roadsides. Oh, I forgot, there is also the traditional girl in short shorts.

Now that the stage is set, we need a killer. And that is where Quentin Dupieux is strong. His killer he is a tire, a simple tire abandoned in a landfill. No sooner did he feel the life they led by a fierce hatred against all that surrounds it, except the girl in shorts: the empty can of beer by the bottle, through a poor rabbit or a crow who have committed, for one fault, that have crossed his path. Endowed with powers of psychokinesis, our friend is not content only to soon crush annoying with all his weight, they literally explode your head ...

But there's more. For the bloody saga of our friend Robert is followed avidly by a group of spectators camped in the desert and watch with binoculars. What are they doing there, you ask? Apparently, they have paid their up to attend the show, like us poor moviegoers who have spent over 10 euros for us in a tiny room in the Gaumont solely to follow the adventures of a serial killer tire. SPOILER ALERT

(If you want to see Rubber, I recommend you read the rest, lest the intense suspense in this road movie fall flat)

Throughout the film, director continues to remind us that this is only theater, this is all fictional and it is important not to take it seriously. One of the main characters, the sheriff responsible for investigating suspicious deaths, we explicitly prove even during a hilarious scene in which he asked the inspectors to shoot him and he told them that he feels absolutely nothing (although it starts to lose gallons of what we imagine, hence be fake blood).

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Why is there a tire? Why does the sheriff he not died by being shot while the poor housekeeper motel ends with the head rugged? Why the tire he listens carefully the kid talk to him before turning around and give up? Why save him while balancing a can on it? The one and only answer to that is probably: No Reason, and it does not contradict myself sheriff.

Fable poetic and contemplative, Z series, film absurd Rubber is all at once. What should you expect? Nothing in particular. Do not go hoping to see blood or a horror movie, or believing that the film will make you die laughing. But be sure to find a police suspected Rubber in each of these ingredients.

moving Scene: The tire is love, the tire is lonely and ugly compared to Roxanne Mesquida (understandably). In front of a mirror, he watches her turn right profile, then his left profile and you can almost see the disappointment on his face (he has a face, since it appears to drink water).

Scene worship before the hour : The sheriff removes one of the tires of his car, brings it to its inspectors and declared: "That looks like the murderer."