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.