The opposite of the last entry, IN THE CITY OF SYLVIA, THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE is the cinematic equivalent of smell-o-vision or a video of a sneezing panda on YouTube. It is purely a gimmick, unconcerned with plot, aesthetics, story, or moral. The plot is of no significance because it is a contrivance worthy of creation at a watercooler. Its sole purpose is to put structure around the gimmick in order for it to be sellable. What it actually does is elongate an unworthy gimmick in an unworthy film. This is not cinema, but a juvenile musing of "wouldn't this be cool" translated into a film. The idea of a human centipede, or people connected surgically by a mad doctor from end to end as a form of torture is not only perverse, but, when seen on the screen, pretty stupid looking and unrealistic. What is so funny about this awful film is not its idea or even its plot, but the idea that this was cool or gross, when it actually looks shoddy at best. THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE is unworthy to even be called a film, there should be a name for this kind of thing.
The Human Centipede: Zero Stars
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