Produced by Tom Six
Written by Tom Six
|The Human Centipede 2 2011. Photograph. Web. 18 Feb 2012. |
I have never watched a movie that has forced me to look away before. Touche, Human Centipede 2, touche. You are fucking disgusting. The first Human Centipede was a joke compared to this second installment. The Human Centipede 1 was sprinkled with the notion that the writers were aware that it was grossly over the top, which added an element of humour for the viewer. This is not the case for Full Sequence.
What happens is some mentally ill guy becomes obsessed with the movie The Human Centipede. He then embarks on his own little mission to replicate the movie with twelve people. Yes, twelve. Two die mid-operation so the final product is a ten-person centipede. He has no medical expertise, just what he has witnessed in the original movie. That said, his make-shift operations are horribly cringe-worthy.
Referring to the element of "gore" in this film just doesn't seem to fit. It is beyond gore. It doesn't quite encompass the idea of explosive diarrhea working it's way through a ten-person long digestive tract. Or stapling one guy's face to another guy's ass. Or carving into somebody's knee-cap, reaching in, and slicing tendons.
The main flaw with this film is that nobody really tries to escape. I am talking pre-operation. I understand the difficulty of escaping with your face stapled to a fat, sweaty guy's butt hole, but there is no excuse to just lay around moaning all taped up. Crazy guy is gone for long periods of time and all of his victims just lay on the floor moaning. Their arms are taped behind their backs and their ankles are taped together. A class of kindergarten kids could have figured something out. Maneuver around so you can rip off the tape of somebody else etc., ARE YOU STUPID? DO YOU REALLY WANT THROAT-BUTT BREATH?
The most powerful aspect of this movie is how badly you find yourself wanting the bad guy to spontaneously combust. I really, really, really just wanted him to die or for someone to hurl a hammer at his nuts. He does get what is coming to him, in a way (I won't spoil it), but it still doesn't feel like justice has been served. It would have been satisfying to see all his victims rip themselves from one another and beat the shit out of him. Even better, if somehow all of their spines fused together and they could move like a real centipede - rearing up from the back and flailing around screaming while spitting diarrhea acid at him. Alas, it does not happen. Maybe in a better life.
The only comedic relief comes when everyone starts farting in each others mouths and crazy guy starts replicating the sound by blowing raspberries. That was funny. Nothing else was funny.
My recommendation is to watch it if you can stomach it. Maybe just for shits and..er, giggles. If you are the queezy-type, avoid at all costs.
Grade: I'll give it a B for making me nauseous.
Moral of the Story: Try to escape before the SHIT HITS THE FAN. Or the back of your throat, whichever is more motivating.