So like I said on my previous post that included this movie, I tried to tell myself beforehand that I just had to see it, as I am a card-carrying horror movie fan and this horror movie (and its predecessor) had been relatively big news upon its release. But who am I kidding? I couldn't wait to see The Human Centipede 2! When the first movie was pretty lame and didn't give us near the graphic-ness that was promised, how could I pass up a movie that was claiming to be so much more gross and disgusting?
Martin is a rotund little person who has an obsession with the movie The Human Centipede. Probably quite mentally ill from suffering sexual abuse as a child and constant haranguing by his mother as an adult, Martin's fantasy is to create his own 12-person human centipede. He sets out retrieving victims from the parking garage he works at, and his fantasy soon becomes a frightening reality.
I can't say with full conviction that I actually liked this movie, because I don't want to have liked this movie. Everything about THC2 makes you feel dirty, uncomfortable, and guilty about even watching the damn thing. But at the same time, I've always said that I like, or at least admire, those films and filmmakers that have the balls to go as far as they can with whatever subject matter they choose. Tom Six may have chosen a topic that no one wants to hear about or see on film ever in their lives, but I still give him props for having the courage to make these movies. No matter what he makes after the hype from the movies has blown over (and maybe it sort of already has), he will forever be known as the guy who created The Human Centipede. Time will tell whether that will be a good or bad thing for his career.
THC2 is fairly understandable - it might just have been unbearable to watch, even for me, with all the pretty colors that come out of the human body splashed across the screen. And yet, there is still the famous climax scene of the movie where a certain brown substance is literally splattered on the camera lens. It's the only color in the movie, obviously done by Tom Six to either further traumatize the audience in this scene, or just to fulfill his promise of showing absolutely everything in this sequel that he restrained from showing in the first movie. Uh, thanks Tom. Really wasn't necessary, though.
THC2 to me was Martin himself. They found the perfect actor for this role - a short, overweight man with ears that stick out and balding hair that seems to be permanently plastered to his head with sweat. However, I found myself sympathizing with Martin a lot during the first part of the film, much the same as I would sympathize with anyone who obviously never had a chance at a normal life. He was sexually abused by his father as a young child and still lives with his mother whom he gets no love from because she's a whackjob and says she misses her husband and that it is Martin's fault he's in jail. He's extremely introverted and never speaks a word through the whole film. Martin is also an interesting character in that at the same time you may feel sympathy for him and his shitty life, you are also disgusted by him physically and as a person.
I don't really feel the need to focus on the graphic ways that Martin goes about making his own human centipede or the two instances of serious sexual dysfunction that he displays, because I'd merely be repeating what everyone else has already said. There are a couple of things about this movie that I found interesting that almost no one has mentioned. First of all, bodies that have been mutilated beyond recognition really, really gross me out, so the scene where Martin bashes his mother's head in with a crowbar and then sits her body up at the kitchen table was truly traumatizing for me. The sight of her mushy skull seriously made me want to throw up more than the pooping scene. Go figure. Excellent work on the makeup effects there, because I had to look away from the screen.
I also thought it was interesting that I heard nothing about the horrific scene where the above-mentioned idiotic pregnant woman finally does escape the warehouse. She runs out with an obscene amount of blood gushing from between her legs, gets into a car, can't start it (because this is a horror movie), gives birth to her baby in the front seat, then gets the car to start, and slams on the gas pedal - squishing her newborn's head underneath it. OH MY GOSH. That is horrible. I can't believe there hasn't been more backlash about that little tidbit, because it sure bothered the hell out of me.
So in conclusion, all I can say is that Tom Six made good on his promise to go even further than was thought possible with The Human Centipede 2. He gave us a disgusting villain who in turn gives us an hour and a half of some of the most repulsive acts ever put on screen, which amazingly seem almost comical at times because they are so over-the-top. THC2 will certainly not be forgotten by those who see it, that's for dang sure!