A disturbed loner is so obsessed with the shocking horror film The Human Centipede that he decides to replicate the movie’s grisly experiment. In this metasequel, the stakes are raised as 12 unlucky souls endure surgical hell.
A beautiful followup to the disturbing genre-bender, Human Centipede. This movie picks up where the last one left off. Except, this movie doesn’t contain an award-winning doctor performing the surgeries. This time around shows our “star” to be a twisted and sick momma’s boy bent on mimicing his idol – Dr. Heiter.
The story is extremely poetic. The visuals were disturbing, even in their black and white state. The deafening silence was almost a character in and of itself. This film proves that sometimes the creepiest moments are when nothing is happening. Your skin will crawl. You will find yourself scratching your skin.
I wondered how they could top the first one. Dr. Heiter was able to successfully graft three people. Well, Martin ends up with twelve. And what he doesn’t have in surgical precision he makes up for in shear body counts. One person dies, just get another body. What with all his crude tools and duct tape.
This one’s a buy. It belongs on your shelf, if nothing else, as a talking point. The cover is beautiful. And it only gets better if you crack it open. Gross and twisted, yes; but a complete work of art – from the first frame to the last.