HC2 pokes fun at both censorship and fandom, while at the same time paying tribute to ERASERHEAD and COMBAT SHOCK, yet fellow MUBI peeps want to shit all over this title for the same reasons they praise the ones mentioned above. That being said, it's not a great movie by any means, but still worth a watch for the cinematography alone. I haven't seen a film look this good in black and white since TETSUO.
A practical joke on the viewers. A new benchmark in un-watchability that redefines the very notion of eschatological and scatological horror. It's all very meta, predictably self-referential. I stared intently at my watch for at least half of the movie, diverting my gaze from the screen. I probably missed several crucial metaphors on the human condition delivered by Six. Bigger, but not better than its predecessor.
A quiet loner living with his overbearing mother and haunted by the jeers of his abusive father becomes obsessed with the original "Human Centipede" film and decides to make a real human centipede of his own. Replaces the original film's quiet menace with relentless graphic violence, and squanders any chance for social commentary by wallowing in its own filth. Useless and repulsive without meaning.
I have always been a lover of black and white films, for the reason that there is so little left to the imagination. Everything is left on the table, and the brutality of this film is no exception. The absolute brilliance that Tom Six expresses is, likely to most people, obscene and disgusting. However, when one looks at this from the psychological condition of coprophagia, it changes the perspective. Awesome film.
The admirable inky black and white photography channels Lynch and Jodorowsky by way of Eli Roth, but unlike ERASERHEAD or FANDO Y LIS (or the HOSTEL movies), the characters are flat, so the shock n' gore wears thin quickly. The antagonist is a cypher, and the victims speak only to advance the plot. The meta aspect (a la BLAIR WITCH 2) is interesting, but it's only used as a throw-away gimmick. What's left is boring.
I think I'd rather participate in an ass to mouth centipede then ever sit through this again, christ. Tom Six needs to take a lesson Pasolini on how to make a sick, vile movie that's also incredible and not just, well, sick and vile. Six is probably one of the biggest douchebag directors out there, he makes James Cameron look humble.
Acts as a commentary for the depraved audience the first film attracted by portraying itself in a faux-arthouse style (for people who thought it had a deeper meaning) and hyper-focusing on gore (for people who enjoyed the gross-out). It’s a nice idea for a follow-up, but the film relies on that single idea.