I love subtlety, and beauty, and trash, and terror, in equal measure.
That Rubber fails to accomplish much of interest is really a shame. Call it a waste of potential: this film is, perhaps in spite of itself, sharply current—an ideal cinematic concept of the Internet age, self-consciousness gone a muck. Rubber. [...]
In this compelling stage version of “Frankenstein,” urgency of revenge pushes forward, murder upon murder. Creature and Doctor merge in immorality. Both are playing God in their command of life and death. Sharing roles is the meaning of this theatrical experience. This is their message and their show.