Remember when the Supreme Court was trying to determine if porn had any social redeeming value? They should have pointed to this as an example of just such a thing. How is one to find anything of worth in this humorless, continually sadistic, moral-less, repetitive, uncreative piece of something? In a nutshell, a very odd looking, obese character (with a sweating problem just to make him more distasteful than he already is) is infatuated with this director's previous film, taking copious notes on it. He is inspired to emulate the doctor of the previous movie by repeatedly clubbing innocents over the head with a crowbar and/or shooting them and then holding them all captive in a dank garage. Why these characters do not aid each other in the many hours that he is not around is puzzling. They are bound with a few pieces of duct tape. It would take a minimal effort to release the person next to you. Instead, these characters just squirm around on the floor until the wheezing, asthmatic can return to do something else sadistic to them. But, this "film" is not about thinking. It's about seeing how many disturbing images can be stuffed into 90 mins of space. Apparently, this director is striving for some sort of title by seeing just how worthless a product he can put out and still get others to pay for it. (I didn't pay) Poor man seems a bit disturbed himself.
Review of The Human Centipede 2 (Full Sequence)
