Words fail me.
This might be my favorite movie I have seen this year. Allow me to quote the Netflix description:
A car tire named Robert rolls through the desert Southwest using its strange psychic powers to blow up birds, bunnies, human beings and more.
And that doesn't even begin to cover it. Meta-humor, meta-humor about meta-humor, trenchant critiques of filmmaking and fourth wall, I could go on with the pretentious blather for a while. (But that's so unlike me.)
Weird, weird, weird, weird. This makes David Lynch movies look like Brady Bunch episodes.
Suffice to say, I love this movie for no reason.