The Human Centipede (First Sequence) Reviews
And.... yeah. You get what you pay for, for sure. But. I liked it way more than I thought I was going to. A health dose of dark humor with one delightful running gag, a solidly delivered villain (a freakish fellow, even by German standards), and a kooky and original concept, even in modern lands of the Internets blazing most trails of perversity long before anyone else can get there, making the idea all the more impressive.
But what was most impressive about this film to me was its rather delicate touch. No, really. I'm not going to bother going into what this film is about if you don't know. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, and you want to, that's entirely up to you-- But the single all important surgery scene that builds for sometime is actually relatively short. And very low in gore. And it quickly follows up with it's disarming humor blacker than most Holocaust jokes.
Once the creation is complete, the two female main characters.... well, they don't really talk much for the rest of the film. Which, admittedly, is a bit of a relief. But the honor of head of the Centipede belongs to some random Japanese man similarly kidnapped by our Nazi scientist throwback, who, funny enough, no one (outside the miraculously subtitled audience) can actually understand. The mad doctor speaks German and English and the two women... well, they *understand* English. And lacking a common language with the only part of your creation that actually understands you seems like a poor choice, but it makes for fascinating film. Like a powerful monologue he gives near the end... which is completely lost on all who heard it.
And the end. The end is very good. It really had me going in the last act. I didn't know where it was going to go. It had seen all I thought I could possibly see. But it was truly horrific, the way that horror needs to be: understated, cerebral, and personal. I was impressed that in all I had seen, the finale had value and effect, even after the shock of it had not worn off in the slightest.
So... basically, a nice "feel good" ending is I guess what I'm saying, I think.
After all, the film loses credibility and simply shoots a wave of chaos inside the house of the crazy doctor whose personality is as little complex as the performance of the rest of the actors. This disorder ruined the film and the director does not give the support that a maniac so requires, that is, that the film's plot was poor and not because it was grotesque, but that it had to have a very good background.
Mala muy mala