"Ladies and gentlemen, the film you're about to see is a homage to 'no reason'," explains Stephen Spinella's cop to camera at the start of this wonderfully deranged horror.
The "plot" centres on a demonic tyre, with psychokinetic powers, who – for "no reason" – terrorises everything in its path. We witness the tyre's birth, its initial struggle to spin, its first slaying – a plastic bottle – before moving on to small creatures (bunnies, bugs) and then bigger creatures – the rubber ring takes to exploding human heads. Rubber is an unhinged, very droll (watching the tyre take a shower is something to behold) exercise in Brechtian cognitive estrangement, and a parody of US horror cinema.
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