The Human Centipede: Full Sequence Review

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Assuming you haven’t reached this page by accident, you must want to learn more about The Human Centipede: Full Sequence. I’m in no position to judge you, since on friday night four friends and I subjected ourselves to an hour and a half of this film, known in select circles as Ass to Mouth: The Movie. It seemed like a hell of a lot longer.
For those who didn’t see the first film in the series, (slated to become a trilogy), The Human Centipede: First Sequence began with a pair of stereotypically idiotic American tourists stumbling into the lair of the Heiter, professional mad German scientist. He is a surgeon whose speciality was once separating conjoined twins, but in his insanity Heiter becomes obsessed with undoing his work. The silly Americans are kidnapped to become part of The Human Centipede, his secret project in which he surgically joins people together. Oh, and they have to be connected lips to asshole. Because yeah, science. Don’t all run to the video store at once though, because just knowing that the first film exists is enough to get you through the second. At the beginning of Full Sequence Doctor Heiter and his Centipede are revealed to have been just a movie all along! Consider the fourth wall demolished.

Martin is a disturbed parking garage attendant aroused by the first The Human Centipede film, and the second film begins as Martin plans to make a Centipede of his own from people whom he has kidnapped from the parking garage and kept captive in a warehouse. Sexual abuse and neglect are implied in Martin’s past, and that’s all we really get other than pure perversion as far as a motive.
The film’s tagline is “100% Medically Inaccurate,” but at times it feels like the promoters may as well have replaced “medically” with “logically,” to make sure all bases were covered. Martin’s crowbar always knocks people out with one hit without causing any permanent damage unless he intends for it to. No one hears any of the screaming or commotion coming from Martin’s warehouse, and the London police don’t seem terribly concerned that over fourteen people have gone missing after going into the parking garage. You’d think someone would eventually notice the common denominator behind the of missing persons cases steadily piling up on their desks. But the plot doesn’t really matter as long as we get to see a Human Centipede by the end of the movie, and by god we do, twelve bodies strong and about twice as disgusting as its predecessor. Heiter was at least an actual surgeon. Martin is just a meatball with a tool kit and a fetish.

To the credit of the of the unknown Laurence R. Harvey, who portrays Martin, his character is at his most chilling exactly when he needs to be, during the “assembly” shall we say, of the Human Centipede. Still, to play a roll like this, one wonders exactly how much “acting” Harvey is doing.
Director Tom Six deserves credit for defying the ye olde horror movie archetype set by Friday the 13th. (Teens were busy having sex and allowed Jason to drown, therefore teens must be punished for having sex by Jason, therefore serial murderers must punish teens for having sex in every horror movie.) The Human Centipede series is based on an original idea, and that much always impresses me, but it would impress me a lot more if the original idea was something more compelling than a trilogy of fecal ingestion epics. Six uses Quentin Tarantino as a plot device to lure an actress from the first film, (Ashlynn Yennie), to his magical soundproof warehouse and mystical deathproof crowbar. It makes one wonder what the Human Centipede Director thinks of Tarantino. Noting that Six’s first second movie is about a man obsessed with his first and that he had the nads to appear in his own film’s teaser trailer, it seems reasonable to say that Six craves the fabled status of “celebrity director.” He may idolize the instantly recognizable Tarantino in this way, the way Martin idolizes Heiter and his creation. Shock value has its limits though, and it won’t be long before Six will come to the crossroads of making another original film or permanently becoming the Human Centipede Guy. Place your bets.

It goes without saying that Full Sequence is not a fun or enjoyable movie to watch. It is, on many levels, garbage, but it has the same saving grace as Donnie Darko; It leaves something to discuss and debate after the credits roll. For that reason, I’ll give it a 2/5 rather than the cold, hard zero that many think it deserves.


Writes primarily as a means of avoiding eye contact.