Everything about this movie said it was going to be a delightfully trashy b-rated flick; a kitschy trip down the horror-comedy path starring a sentient, super-powered tire. Unfortunately, though, the heart of the film is lost within the folds of its uninspired meta-plagued script, indie-inspired filmography, and dry absurd jokes.
Although the film got a few laughs out of me, this movie is an acquired taste. Self-aware scripts should be like dollhouses, where you can break them open and see the differences from real life, but still get lost in the story. This one tried the route of pointing to the fourth walls, breaking them, and then telling you about it. While some people may enjoy it, the truth is that it is a style better suited for ministers with silly walks, and not a Woody Allen knock-off.
The acting was flat, save for our unreliable narrator, who was a delight. The jokes were predictable, the pacing was slow, and the director seemed far too pleased acting more intelligent than his audience.
Although the film got a few laughs out of me, this movie is an acquired taste. Self-aware scripts should be like dollhouses, where you can break them open and see the differences from real life, but still get lost in the story. This one tried the route of pointing to the fourth walls, breaking them, and then telling you about it. While some people may enjoy it, the truth is that it is a style better suited for ministers with silly walks, and not a Woody Allen knock-off.
The acting was flat, save for our unreliable narrator, who was a delight. The jokes were predictable, the pacing was slow, and the director seemed far too pleased acting more intelligent than his audience.