Some movie concepts are so ingeniously insane that they absolutely demand to be seen. Oscar-bait movies are nice, but sometimes I just want to watch snakes attack plane passengers or Norwegian Nazi zombies maul some unfortunate adventure seekers. It tickles that part of my brain that the rest of my brain regrets having.

Therefore, when I heard about “Rubber,” a small independent film about a killer tire that blows up people’s heads using telekinesis, I knew I had to see it.

Unfortunately, a movie about a tire that blows more minds than the ending of “Inception” doesn’t exactly endear itself to your average mainstream audience. As a result, the film is only showing in five theaters, none of which are in the same time zone as Milwaukee.

Thanks to the love and care of Magnet Films and their Video on Demand, however, I was able to see “Rubber” in the quiet embarrassment of my own home. Yay, team social.

My entire heart, or at least the parts that aren’t firmly dedicated to loving Michael C. Hall, wants to say that “Rubber” was my new “Piranha 3D,” a joyful romp played to ridiculous perfection. However, I can’t — because the killer tire movie was even weirder than I could have ever expected.

The weirdness doesn’t actually lie in the killer tire. Surprisingly, a large chunk of the movie is dedicated to a group of people watching the film’s events from a distance with binoculars, clearly representing the audience. They make commentary and sometimes even contribute their own ideas to the police attempting to stop Robert, the killer tire.

Yes, the tire is given a name.

Adding to the lunacy is the movie’s attempts at “no reason.” In the beginning of the movie, the main character talks to “the audience” about how many famous movies have no reason, and this one will be no different. However, this leads to some problems for me as a critic. If there is a plot hole in “Rubber,” is it bad writing? Or is it just “no reason?”

It’s this kind of pretentious thinking that puts a bad taste in my mouth. The in-movie audience aspect of the film is basically used just to make fun of the movie’s real audience, putting words in their mouths and assuming the audience is thinking something. It’s a killer tire movie that thinks it is smarter than you.

Well, you’re not smarter than me, “Rubber.” Your various elements and ideas are interesting, but not developed enough. Therefore, you’re not brilliant; you’re confusing. This movie is the cinematic representation of the guy from your philosophy class who always has something to say, and he thinks it’s really deep, but in reality, it’s just nonsensical.

Despite these negatives, though, I can’t give the movie a terrible score. In fact, I feel like I have to recommend it for the sole reason that you will never see anything like “Rubber.” The movie’s flaws don’t completely overshadow the fact that I can now say “I saw a tire blow up a person’s head” without the fear of being institutionalized.