I knew this film would be exactly my type of film the moment I saw a well-dressed man hand a group of people a pair of binoculars each, in the middle of the desert, as they observe the birth of Robert, a tyre.
It seemed so beautifully absurd, and, as established early on in the film in an address by a police officer, things are often the way they are for "no reason" at all. Does anything in a film have any real 'meaning'? This is what makes it so reflective of real life. Real life can be seen as meaningless and absurd, and this film deconstructs the idea of narrative conventions that help create meaning for viewers.
The first act of Rubber breaks narrative convention in several ways; it is established that the film will not be entirely 'human-centred', largely because a tyre is presented to the audience as the protagonist. The 'who' indeed is established very early on in the film, hence adhering to the typical screenplay structure, but we are not yet entirely sure of its motivation and traits. It is a caricature of the narrative convention of a 'desire-fuelled human', as it progresses through the world, seemingly developing and discovering itself as it goes along.
The first plot point takes place when the tyre realises its telepathic, or "psychokinetic" powers, and proceeds to blow up a rabbit and crow, before blowing the head off of the driver of a ute. This marks a significant hook in the plot; it has committed an act of murder, and we are made curious as to what the implications will be of such an action.
Simply put, Rubber ingeniously utilises screenplay conventions but also challenges these in an absurd, somewhat comic manner.

