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Thursday
May132010

The Human Centipede

I’m dumbfounded. Having just finished what is perhaps the most vile, disgusting, putrid, deplorable film to ever dance in front of my eyes, I find myself lost for words. How do you describe something so demented, so hideous, so unfathomably reprehensible as The Human Centipede? Horror films have always pushed the boundaries and hoped to shock and disturb you, but it took a truly damaged mind to come up with this.

The film, if you can even call it that, follows two young American girls, Lindsay and Jenny (played by Ashley C. Williams and Ashlynn Yennie), who are on vacation in Germany. After popping a tire late one night on an old, seemingly abandoned back road, they find themselves in front of the only house within miles asking for help. Inside they meet Dr. Heiter (played by Dieter Laser), a mad scientist who has been looking for suitable subjects and the two girls are perfect. He plans to make a human centipede by connecting them and another victim together to create one giant digestive tract. His plan is to take their mouths and stitch them over the next in line’s anus, meaning when the person in front has to go to the bathroom…well, you can see where this is heading.

I wonder what thought process went into the making of this film. How could any sane human being even come up with the idea? I’m not sure, but I’d love to ask its creator, Tom Six. What made him think this would make for a good movie? Is his brain so demented that these are the types of visions he sees? If so, I feel bad for him. It must be a miserable existence.

Not since Last House on the Left have I felt so dejected, but make no mistake, this is far worse. The Human Centipede beats that Wes Craven remake tenfold. The feeling of despair and sorrow overwhelms this thing. As the minutes ticked by I wondered, is this what we call entertainment these days? Are we supposed to find some sick pleasure in watching human beings crawl around on all fours, mouths attached to the anus in front of them? Are we supposed to enjoy the forceful digestion of excrement? Are we supposed to savor the beatings laid on the unfortunate trio?

I could go into the acting, the directing or any other aspect that usually goes into an analysis of a film, but there are times when moral obligation trumps all of that. This is one of those times. As much as I’d like to believe there’s not, I suppose there is an audience for this garbage. I say to anybody who may fall into that category, you have some soul searching to do.

The Human Centipede receives 0/5