I think my husband is gonna get a smack in the dick.
Don't get me wrong, there are parts of this movie that are enjoyable and the premise is kind of hilarious. The fact that it shows us more of the talents of Jack Plotnick (Evie in Girls Will Be Girls) is kind of awesome, too. But, well, it's hard to explain why I kind of hate this movie.
Let's take a look at the plot, first.
I'm lookin'... I'm lookin'...
So, first we get this sheriff guy coming out of the trunk of his squad car to explain to us for ten minutes that some things happen in movies for no reason and then a bunch of people are given binoculars to watch "the movie". The movie is, apparently, watching a tire (named Robert in the credits) inexplicably come to life and destroy things with its psychokinetic powers. Trust me when I say this movie is kinda gory.
So... in addition to this and the sheriff being both inside and outside of the action of the film, there's the accountant (Plotnick) who's trying to end the movie early by poisoning the audience and a wily man in a wheelchair keeps avoiding it somehow. Ultimately, Robert is killed and reincarnated as a tricycle who then raises an army of tires to descend on Hollywood.
Weirdest. Mexican Standoff. EVER!
No, I don't care that I just gave away the ending of this movie.
Now, as you know, I'm perfectly OK with foreign films and I will actually use that fact to defend Alien: Resurrection (much to everyone's chagrin) but this is just some strange-ass existential shit right here.
I get what Quentin Dupieux was trying to do and, frankly, his ability to get a tire to, for lack of a better word, emote, was genius but the whole thing just seemed like an hour and a half of cinematic masturbation. YES, I understand that the entire movie exists for "no reason" but you still have to give the audience a reason to maintain interest.
And this guy is not that reason.
I think I need to go watch a real horror movie, now.