I'd never had the desire to see "The Human Centipede," and especially not "The Human Centipede II" after being coerced into watching the first by my stupid friends.
In fact, you know what? These pieces of shit aren't even worthy of being recognized as pieces of entertainment. I'm dropping the quotes around the names of both movies, and just abbreviating them from now on.
HC2 starts off in what is supposed to be "our world:" a world in which HC1 was actually just a movie, and a world in which it's the favorite movie of a bug-eyed, overweight, mentally retarded guy with a penchant for sandpapering his dick and pooping his pants. He works in a parking garage and kills/captures people that piss him off a bit too much.
This guy, who never talks aside from random guttural noises and squeaks, is--I'll have to grudgingly hand it to the producers--incredibly disturbing looking and weird. His life absolutely sucks; his mother wants to kill him, his father abused him as a child, his therapist wants to molest him. It's an awful world.
This guy. |
Through an INSANELY huge amount of fortuitous concussions that he gives people with his trusty crowbar which allows him to move their unconscious bodies where he wants, he traps a whole entourage of 12 or so people. These 12 people include one of the actresses from the first movie (as if her career wasn't already destroyed enough) as well as a pregnant woman.