If you see only one movie about a tire with murderous telepathic powers terrorizing a desert town this year, make it "Rubber"!

If you see only one movie about a tire with murderous telepathic powers terrorizing a desert town this year, make it "Rubber"!

I'll say this: It doesn't lack originality.

Robert is a tire who comes to life in the desert. He propels himself, investigates his surroundings, discovers he can make things explode with his tire mind and meets a beautiful and mysterious woman.

Watching Robert's exploits from afar is a group of binocular-toting tourists. A mysterious handler directs them toward the action. The handler's motives are unclear.

Don't go in expecting "Rubber" to be a schlocky, B-movie parody. Underneath is a meditation on storytelling and the role of the audience and the medium of film itself.

In other words, it may be guilty of taking itself too seriously.

Writer-director-cinematographer Quentin Dupieux blends the requisite black comedy and some gorgeous camerawork. It's when he dives into levels of David Lynch/Werner Herzog meta weirdness that audiences will either embrace or reject the film.

I was along for the ride, until I found the whole experience a bit (pun alert!) tiring.

I can't give it a strong recommendation, but when else will you see something like this on the big screen? Might as well give it a spin.