tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592266676978922940.post310361945871509029..comments2023-06-21T06:20:19.812-04:00Comments on The Death Rattle: Rubber (2010)Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153426751208051792noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592266676978922940.post-56360086034002681822014-10-03T03:09:51.537-04:002014-10-03T03:09:51.537-04:00Carl, that's a great interpretation of the fil...Carl, that's a great interpretation of the film and it makes sense! It doesn't seem too far-fetched at all. Mind you, I only saw this the once and didn't try too hard to find an underlying meaning in what appeared to be a bunch of nonsense and randomness, but in hindsight your interpretation is definitely making me think of RUBBER in a somewhat different light. I'll keep it in mind if I ever revisit this film. Thanks for the comment.Aaronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02153426751208051792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592266676978922940.post-70214570027066757842014-09-28T16:12:20.860-04:002014-09-28T16:12:20.860-04:00I just watched Rubber, and I was trying to figure ...I just watched Rubber, and I was trying to figure out the message the whole time. Sorry, this all hit me at once, and you're the first one I'm pouring it out on. <br /><br />Side note, Quentin Dupieux is a well known French DJ known as Dr. Oizo. I listened to him a bit in the 90's, he was pretty eccentric. The sheriff makes the movie's thesis in the beginning that the audience will accept stuff for no reason because the act of watching a movie is accepting what is presented no matter how absurd it is. The fact that you're watching a movie about a killer tire reinforces this (Oh in the synopsis, the tire's name is Robert, which is the proper name for Bob. Basic-as-fuck name, maybe that last comment was a little farfetched). The tire represents randomness that you'll accept because you're watching a movie, it might also represent 2D characters that make no sense, but you believe anyways, because you're invested in watching the movie. <br /><br /> I feel like the dude with glasses is like the producer of a movie, and he is interacting the with "audience" he provides a medium to view the "movie" and he treats the audience like shit, making them sleep in the dirt waking them up by hitting him with his briefcase and dropping a turkey carcass in the dirt for them to eat. <br /><br /> The audience is captivated because they're stuck in the middle of the desert, the only motivation is that they want to see a story unfold. Their hunger is similar to media hype for a film before it comes out. People are starving for new content to consume, and he just drops it in the dirt for them to eat up like animals, and of course, they're poisoned, or duped (Just like we were all duped with Indiana Jones 4, or the star wars prequels), that one woman even commented "How could he treat his audience like this?!" <br /><br /> But there was that one guy, who wanted more!!! He represents the demographic of people that make a shitty movie still profitable (Think the latest installments to transformers/spiderman), so they keep churning out this garbage. The director/sheriff thinks everyone has been duped, so he tells everyone to pack up and stop working, the cast is all confused though, because to them this gig is so serious to them- maybe they got so emotionally involved in the role, maybe they depend on it because they have nothing else going on. They cannot accept just walking away from something so familiar to them. <br /><br /> The master represents the studio, I think. The producer looks like the one running the show, but OZ is still behind the curtain controlling the whole thing. He decided that the audience must now have their turkey <br /><br /> Eventually that one remaining dude gets so emotionally involved that he becomes a part of the story, and his life is consumed by it. <br /><br /> And now several copycat tires follow this tire's lead. And they're invading hollywood...But this is open to interpretation...Carl Bachmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01599553830196670190noreply@blogger.com