I’m going to talk about horror movies (again), but this will be the last time for a day or two (promise {maybe}). This Friday, The Human Centipede 2 will be on limited release. So, if you’re very, very lucky, it’ll be playing somewhere in your city.
For years, if a critic wanted to point out the depravity of horror, they’d gesture wildly at the Saw series. Saw‘s position as King of Disgusting Horror has been soundly usurped by The Human Centipede. It’s a movie so shocking that the director, Tom Six, has apparently received numerous death threats and travels with a body guard in public.
The Human Centipede 2 was made as a direct reaction to these threats and criticisms. The movie’s plot revolves around a character who is so obsessed with The Human Centipede that he decides to make his own. It’s a movie that’s (supposedly) more depraved and more violent than the original. So much so, that it’s been banned in the UK.
I’m most likely going to go see it. Maybe not in theaters, since I don’t even know if it’s playing here, but I’ll go. And really, I can’t even tell you why. It’s not going to be good. I’ll feel bad afterward. There’s nothing to be gained.
But my dedication to Horror (with a capital H) is such that I have to see it, grump about it and sulk off.
There’s something wrong with me.
Dylan Charles
