Actors: Laurence R. Harvey Ashle Yennie
Synopsis: In a world where the first film exists, one man becomes obsessed with the film and plans to create his own centipede. Not settling with just the 3 depicted in the film, he plans to create the full sequence of 12.
You would have to go pretty far to find someone that doesn’t know of The Human Centipede. A drawing that appeared in the first film has gone onto become an internet meme, window stickers, and even a cat toy. A recent season of South Park even parodied the film along with the iPad appropriately entitled The Human CentiPad. Most sane people don’t want to admit that they know about the film’s subject, but unfortunately they do.
For those that live under a rock, the original film focused on a great surgeon, known for separating conjoined twins, and his obsession with doing quite the opposite. He dreams of reaching his goal of surgically joining three individuals, sewn mouth to anus, creating one digestive tract, essentially creating a new organism dubbed “The Human Centipede”. While the subject matter is quite repulsive and a topic that I never imagined would be tackled on the silver screen, I wound up rather enjoying the first film. With the focal point being three people joined ass-to-mouth, you would figure the film was going to be a torture film that was pile of gore on top of gore, just for the sake of having it. Surprisingly most of the gory stuff was left to the imagination, including covering the situation of when one of the people had to go number 2. It made the audience have to use their imagination of what was going on, which can be much more effective than actually showing it. In the end, I found the film to be a pretty decent “mad scientist” type of film that wasn’t for the easily offended.
For the sequel, director Tom Six decided to really up the ante. After the first film garnered much controversy and bad mouthing, it appears that Six wanted to give the proverbial middle finger to the critics and then jam it right down their throats. Six let it be known early that all that was left for the imagination in the first film, would be shown this time around. Yes, that even includes the shit.
The story, like that even matters for most, follows Martin; a bulbous, slightly retarded, graveyard shift parking lot attendant. He lives with his mother who hates him and he was molested as an infant by his, now incarcerated, father. Oh I almost forgot to mention that he is completely obsessed with the first film. So much so that his ultimate goal is to recreate the “organism” in real life and surpass that of which the doctor could even imagine. Martin is not about to settle with just three parts to his creation, he’s shooting for twelve.
As I stated the gore that didn’t exist in the first film has now become the focal point of the sequel. In the first film, it was a surgeon perfecting his craft. The victims were sedated by medicinal means and the surgery was precise and clean. When the victims came too and were part of the “centipede”, their wounds were properly sterilized and wrapped in bandage wrap. Our dear Martin isn’t that gifted and resorts to more barbaric tactics. He “sedates” his victims by bashing them in the head with a crowbar, rendering them unconscious. He doesn’t have the technique to pull off the surgery portion so he turns to a staple gun and bandages his victims with simple duct tape. The end result is a crude, bloody mess.
As if that wasn’t enough, Martin did not fail to forget that each sequence needed to “feed” the one behind it and he quickly forces his victims to perform the act. I’m not going to ruin the scene but it results with a watery excrement explosion. It also shows how much a comedian Tom Six thinks he is, because the entire film is in black in white but once the scene really starts flowing, I swear he turned on a filter that only showed the browns that appeared on screen. In the midst of being grossed out, I found myself chuckling.
When all was said and done, I was not even remotely as impressed with this film as I was the first one. Everything that Six did right with the first film, he ruined with this one. Nothing was left to the imagination with the exception that you didn’t get to see the color of the blood due to the black and white film. Almost all of the victims had such a short introduction that you don’t find yourself feeling any of the sympathy that you did for the three in the first film. Lastly, the most gripping moment of the first film was the conclusion. Its sense of loneliness was gut-wrenching and the first time I saw it, left me pretty speechless, which is something that is rather hard to do. This film had none of that. It ended and that was it. There wasn’t a feeling of anything.
The first one is already a cult phenomenon and this one isn’t going to be much different. It’s going to quickly become one of those films that people are going to see to both test themselves and be able to say they saw it. It will get the Faces Of Death treatment, meaning that people will own it and only break it out to show friends that never saw it because misery loves company. It will never get a good review. I give Six credit for having the balls to go after the harsh critics of his first film but the only reason I’d recommend this film is for people to see how much worse film’s subject matter could get.