Robin Williams’ final role is an unfortunate holiday dud Christmas: A time of family gatherings, being schnockered to deal with said family, and chainsawing the homeless Santa Claus you …
Any fun which can be sucked from this planetary romp has been mutilated by an overrun of zombiefied pop culture.
It's a dumb, burly flick that takes the classic hockey sentiment to heart: “I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.”
Rubber is a film about a tire with psycho-kinetic powers that prove strong enough to blow people's heads off. And the tire is named Robert.
It forces the audience to accept what they're seeing, soak it in, and seat themselves for the ride to come.
It works because it lives up to the title, no tricks, no lies. It is what it says it is.
Black Death is less about the plague than about religious retribution, the disease serving as a rather pointless MacGuffin in the backdrop.
What's fascinating is that Monsters doesn't treat the creatures special.