Director: Quentin Dupieux
Year of Release: 2015
Running Time: 1 hour 27 minutes
Quentin Dupieux really enjoys fucking with his audience. Or, perhaps more appropriately, he enjoys fucking with the very concept of story construction and plot as a narrative device altogether. The French writer-director, who made waves with his killer tire on a rampage debut Rubber in 2010, has steadily carved out a niche for himself as a purveyor of surreal ludicrousness. With Reality, he's essentially crafted a series of looping mini-narratives which constantly weave in on themselves, blurring fantasy, reality, and dream logic. There's a French cameraman turned aspiring filmmaker (a very good Alain Chabat), an access TV actor wearing a hideous rat costume (Jon Heder), a young girl named "Reality" carrying a mysterious VHS tape, a cross-dressing school superintendent (Eric Wareheim, hilarious), and a wealthy producer who hopes to win an Oscar for what he calls "the perfect groan." A rabbit hole of meta-commentary on the filmmaking process and satirical jabs at the Hollywood studio system ensue; pitched as an absurdist comedy in the vein of Luis Bunuel by way of Charlie Kaufman. Simply put, Dupieux's most assured film to date.