A psychic tire…that kills people…
Presentation:
Yes, you read that right - a psychic tire that kills people. An absurd film that could only have been conceived by a French filmmaker. And as you might expect, is absolutely pointless. As a result, this film will either be a one or a three, but I saw merit to the meta parody. It has some thematic elements of Funny Games, wackiness of Swiss Army Man, but this is just a B horror grindhouse indie film with no real substance and doesn’t pretend to be anything more. It explains all this quite explicitly in the opening monologue breaking the fourth wall. I ultimately felt that it kinda worked, which is why I opted for this cautious recommendation.
Conclusion:
A weird deconstruction of the genre - were this film to be released today I think it would fare better. There’s some meme cult value to this film, but I think it could potentially work as a serious experimental art house film without the meta storytelling. This is like the Sharknado of art house French movies, though you probably only watched it just to say that you watched it. Or maybe you’re just a contrarian and love everything counter-culture. We never do get tired of serial killers.
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