Human Centipede 2: Full Sequence

Sequels. Lets be honest here for a moment. Most follow up films, especially in the horror genre, are to make money. When the first is really successful and there is a lot of hype built up around it, a second movie comes out not long after because the production companies want dollar bills. Some of them are done really well (Paranormal Activity 2, Hellraiser 2, Saw 2) and enhance the experience of the first, while others (Descent 2, Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2) do little more than put a permanent stain on the films that scare us silly.

I really hated the first Human Centipede film, in fact – I reviewed it on the website as a warning to those who thought that they’d be getting something out of it. When the sequel popped up on Netflix, I debated on whether or not I wanted to write a post about it and even watch it. Unfortunately, I refuse to say bad things about a movie until I’ve seen it, so in the end I decided to click on it from my menu option.


Original Movie Poster

Martin Lomax is a short, obese asthmatic man who works in a parking garage and is obsessed with the Human Centipede film. So much that while on his shifts, he’s see watching it often. His mother is a lunatic, his therapist wants to have sex with him and not surprisingly, he has no friends. His obsession not only inspires him to adopt a centipede which he keeps in a glass tank in his living room, but to replicate the film that describes itself as ‘100% Medically Accurate’. Soon people from his garage are taken, smacked with a crowbar and tucked away into the back of his van until he rents a warehouse space to make his own wiggling insect out of the bodies he’s collected.


Before I send you all through a whirling vortex of hate and why you shouldn’t see this movie, I’ll talk about the aspects that I did enjoy, because there were a few. Originally shot in color, director Tom Six changed it over to black and white for a more classic feel and I believe that this adds to the blandness of Martin. It also helps us narrow in on his strange little gestures and expressions.

"Tell me about your Father..."

The main character also doesn’t speak at all. At points he laughs or moans, but he has no written dialogue. Overall, I liked this decision. I feel that the intention of this was to keep us wondering what the motivations behind the sweaty little man really are. It also kept the audience from liking him. The silence of the lead role was successful in a lot of ways, but because he did not communicate, a lot of the scenes with other people seemed forced – the other characters relied on far too much to create a back-story and progress the plot.

And here’s where I’m going to go off on a rant.

While there are attempts to weave a tale of a disturbed individual with a sick and twisted obsession, there is no rhyme or reason for anything in the movie to be occurring. Yes, he’s a sad and lonely man. Yes, his father sexually abused him when he was growing up. Yes, his mother is crazy and blames him for everything. But none of this is touched on enough to have Martin fall so far from the world of normality. Some people do snap, but then we are shown the difference between how they usually are when when they’ve plummeted. This character has no change, no transformation. He’s just a sick fuck that gets off on people shitting in each others mouths. Yup, I totally went there.

"Time to take your Medicine!"

What else bothers me? He ties them all up with duct tape in a room where they can all see each other. Many of them are spotted wriggling around when he drops off another body. So, my question is – why didn’t they break out? Sure, you’re naked and likely badly beaten, but tape saturated in blood would be really easy to slip off. But no, none of them even try until after he’s stapled them all together.

I didn’t care about anyone. Not the main character, not the supporting cast and certainly not the twelve people that ended up as pods in his human centipede. There was no connection, so ultimately I didn’t care. To add to it all – Martin is in love with the movie, he cherishes it and has created a scrapbook of scenes and photos of it. What I don’t understand is in making his masterpiece, he picked people he hated to be the insect. If you were creating something from love, would you make it with things you hated?

All Aboard the Poop Train!


What could have been an interesting examination of what creates those dark and deviant fantasies in the human mind, ended up being little more than a shock value film about a dude who likes shit.

Netflix Rating: ** 1/2

My Rating: *

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One Comment

  1. Keith
    Posted March 16, 2012 at 10:04 am | Permalink

    I really liked this movie because it was little more than a shock value film about a dude who likes shit.

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