Set in the American southwest, an
abandoned car tire comes to life in the desert and embarks on a seemingly
arbitrary killing spree, endowed with an unexplained Scanners-like power to
telepathically cause small animals and human heads to explode. Quentin
Dupieux’s tone is consistently absurd while negotiating thin lines between
horror, comedy and social commentary. A narrative-breaking framing device is
used but feels somewhat unnecessary; it essentially functions as a way of
instructing the audience about the film’s themes instead of trusting us to get
it ourselves. In this way, it sort of works it spite of itself. Getting past
all of the explicit philosophizing, it is nevertheless possible to simply enjoy
the film as the crazed, eccentric, unique work that it is.
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