As a graduate of film studies, my viewing pleasure has changed to minus “viewing” and adding “analytical” to make it now my viewing analytical. Taking classes on film sucks the fun at watching Michael Bay and Uwe Boll films which is not really a bad thing, but you’re programmed to pick out the flaws in every little detail. One thing we learned in class is that there is a purpose for everything in the mise-en-scene; every street lamp as a purpose so says Alfred Hitchcock. Obviously, these people who expect you to guess the significance of each action and every prop didn’t expect the killer tire film Rubber to ever be created.
Robert wakes up in the desert. He tries to move only to keep falling down. As he eventually gets the hang of it, he crosses paths with various objects and creatures in which he destroys…with his mind. Besides Robert’s murderous telekinetic powers, Robert other’s mysterious issue is that he is also a used vehicle tire. Robert becomes obsessed with a beautiful young woman and won’t stop killing folks until he gets what he wants.
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