Human Centipede 2: Full Sequence
Tom Six is back with more creepy body-modding horror. This is
kind of a meta-horror plot where the main antagonist is a fan
obsessed with the original film. SUPER obsessed. Martin, our fat
dorky bug-eyed asthmatic ass-to-mouth freak, works as a parking
garage attendant. This, apparently, gives him the best access to the
victims for his “assperiment”. His mother is a complete bitch,
and at one point, tries to kill while she thinks he's sleeping. So,
yeah. Mothers Day is a bit awkward in that house. I'm pretty sure the
Martin's Cupid.com profile reads as follows:
“I don't like long walks in the park due to my acute asthma. I love
pets! You should meet my pet centipede! I made it bite my mothers
face right before I bashed her head till it was a shell. I'm very
romantic, and love a good wank with sandpaper (I'm not kidding. I
jerk off with sandpaper). My hobbies include brutally attacking
innocent people in the parking garage where I work, abstaining from
bathing and all other forms of personal hygiene, and scrapbooking.”
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| "Everyday I'm shuffling...." |
The film is in black and white and I'm not sure if that improves
or takes away from the horror. In the scene where he's cutting
tendons, it works. But everywhere else it just looks like black
paint. The dialog was almost non existent and I don't think one word
is uttered in the last half of the movie. Just sad whimpering,
moaning, and muffled screams.
Though never planned, he does exact his revenge on all those
that wronged him. Including his psychologist, whom he shoots in the
dick.
The only real disappointment came at the end. You're left with
the notion that it was all in his head. I found that pretty damn
cheap. According to Tom Six via Wikipedia, the 3rd and
final installment will tie things up and give all three films the
ouroboros treatment if watched from the beginning of the first movie
to the end of the third. So, that almost guarantees one more trip
down Mr. Six's ass-to-mouth fetish.
Sunday: Legendary Vampires made of gold? Not in my backyard...
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