Post #516200

Rubber

A friend at work heard I got Netflix and told me I should watch this. Its a fake art film about a tire that rolls around and murders people with its mind. It's REALLY slow and we only got about a half hour into it before we stopped watching. But it supposed to be parodying really slow films with no purpose. My favorite part is right at the beginning, where a cop climbs out of the trunk of a car to deliver this speech to the audience (who is a character watching the events through binoculars):

In the Steven Spielberg movie E.T., why is the alien brown? No reason. In a love story, why do the two main characters fall madly in love with each other? No reason. In Oliver Stone's JFK, why is the President suddenly assassinated by some stranger? No reason. In the excellent Chainsaw Massacre by Toby Hooper, why don't we ever see the characters go to the bathroom or wash their hands like people do in real life? Absolutely no reason. Worse, in The Pianist by Polanski, how come this guy has to hide and live like a bum when he plays the piano so well? Once again, the answer is no reason. I could go on for hours with more examples. The list is endless. You've probably never given it a thought, but all great films, without exception, contain an important element of no reason. And you know why? Because life, itself, is filled with no reason. Why can't we see the air all around us? No reason. Why are we always thinking? No reason. Why do some people love sausages and other people hate sausages? No f***ing reason.