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The Human Centipede (Full Sequence)- 2011

Written and Directed by Tom Six

While every genre may have their loyal and dedicated fans, its certainly no secret that the Horror genre has by far the most enthusiastic, bar none. Having high expectations but what’s more, the Horror genre having its own way of life. So after the highly controversial release of the first sequence of The Human Centipede came a wave of backlash, very little positive and for more obvious reasons, mostly negative. Surprised? Because not many could see the “point” of such a “sick” movie nor begin to understand (or want to for that matter) the psychology behind such a film. Ensuring that if anything for creator Tom Six, the sequel would need to be something best compared to “my little pony.” Having two choices as to where he would take the story, the first dealing with the continuation of the first; though not as imaginative as the latter. Having something so different from the great Dr. Heiter (Dieter Laser) though connecting the two in the way which would eventually lead to the third installment creating his ultimate centipede of a trilogy.

Finding that the way to go about it would be introducing a polar opposite from our initial mad scientist. Handicap and abused by his father as a child, Martin (Laurence R. Harvey) lived with his mother in a flat in London while seeing a therapist regularly as per her request. Who dare cry out for attention whenever allotted and lived in disgust of her son, who she couldn’t stand; claiming she had decided to kill them both at one point. When not at home Martin could be found in the parking garage of which he worked, spending the better part of his day watching the first installment as he wanked while using sandpaper. This particular notion as well as a rape scene that occurs later are without a doubt tough subject matters that the majority of audiences felt was too far. However, in context to the story, because of the abuse as a child and the pain associated with such sexual stimulation, it was needed to occur in order for him to have any sort of reaction. As messed up as it all may seem.
Six mentioning that throughout his tours for the first film that one of the main question received pertained to why Dr. Heiter wouldn’t have sexual relations with his creation. But his part was played as a scientist who at his core loathed people and simply wouldn’t feel the need for such trivial maneuvers.
Because as immoral or grotesque as this may seem, there’s a reality in it that people can’t help but fixate on. Tolerating such masquerades as a possessed doll roaming about for a quarter of a century with no stop in sight. But give the people something to think about, something daring to take them inside the mind of a killer and you’ve apparently gone too far. Yet to only claim in years later of understanding its significance. So the lines are drawn a number of ways, for a number of reasons as far as what we allow to pass as acceptable modes to be terrified from. Entertain me just don’t make me feel as though at any point any of it can actually happen./ end rant

Obtaining a scrapbook (of which Laurence made himself) close by, though hidden away from his mother. Not fairing well once found hidden between the mattresses. Ripped to shreds as nothing more then a perversion before her eyes. Because though haunted by his fathers voice, his mother blamed him for rotting away in jail, as she’s caught stabbing over his pillow one night with such intent. Their confrontation inducing Martin’s experiment, overcome by his psychosis. Bashing his mothers skull in, we begin to see his collection of people pile up, collecting any pedestrians passing through his parking garage or a few meeting upon his everyday life. Beginning the process of creating his own human centipede and renting out a warehouse where the festivities begin. Only after pulling off his one last requirement. Obtaining an actress from the first movie, Ashley Yennie to come and audition for what she believed to be a Quentin Tarantino film. So lost in herself that she becomes completely oblivious to her actual surroundings. Not so much as raising even one flag, all the while Martin maintaining the fact that his silent nature lasts the entirety of the film. Chosen as the front of the centipede with the dueling task of being at the end of such prior (first sequence). The rest of the film seemingly filled with high and lows of excruciating pain with no end in sight. Unless…

Much like in the first film we see Martin try to train his new dog once finalizing the “procedure,” lost in his emulation of Dr. Heiter. The graphics of the nature truly differing as per what version watching. As far myself, Director‘s Cut: ALWAYS. A rather still film that captured a great deal of mystique with its sound effects and lighting playing into several different scenes. An example being when he begins knocking out everyone after capturing the twelve. Though losing two in the process before able to complete such. However, the extremities of such a film come with those choosing to take into account all those underlying things one doesn’t notice when first viewing. Whether a preconceived notion or simply not your cup of tea, these cult films are nothing to mess around with if choosing to let your curiosity get the best of you. Adding an effect of having the film be in black and white (which I greatly enjoyed) because of how full forced it was promised to be. Wanting to leave some to the imagination (and if anything the better approach) allowing for you to see the film versus the outright gore. Yet Laurence R. Harvey masterful displayed the perfect deviating force that brings all sorts of wonderment as to what the last installment will contain, joining forces from both films. Said to be set in a maximum security prison out in the middle of the desert, it assures that if you could hardly view the second, just to not even attempt what will be the third. With names attached to the project as Eric Roberts, Robert LaSardo (Nip/Tuck!) and Tom Six as himself.