Never would one think a movie would come along to make you see the first “Human Centipede” as delivering its content with a soft and calculating hand. It had a sense of subtlety and grace to it. Well one would be wrong. If the first was a sledgehammer to the face, “Full Sequence” is a chainsaw — right to the cash and prizes. About as disgusting and depraved as you could get. The film starts out with a very interesting and original premise: Martin, a parking garage security guard, is obsessed with the first Human Centipede film. He idolizes and sympathizes with the doctor and dreams of not only recreating the human centipede from the film, but surpassing the good doctor by assembling a 12-person version of its predecessor. Martin is a lonely, depressed and mentally handicapped victim of sexual and physical assaults, coping with life by finding light in the darkness of a fictional character until it becomes the only thing he can see making him happy. He stalks his victims through the parking garage, cracking them over the head with a crowbar and taking them back to an empty building until he acquires his last and final victim that will complete his experiment. Ashlynn Yennie, the star of the first film, is tricked into Martin‘s company with the promise of an audition for a Tarantino film. Once he has her he carries out his project, cutting and sawing at the people — one of them a pregnant woman — while following the meticulous instructions that he himself formulated after watching the first movie over and over again. Compared to the surgical and sterile use of scalpels and sutures in the first movie, the sequel is raw and diseased. Martin uses a kitchen knife and an industrial staple gun to construct his human centipede. They shy away from nothing and shamelessly show it all without cutting or panning away. No fear, no remorse and no tact.
It’s unfortunate because Tom Six had a really interesting idea for a sequel. To take a film that was such a huge cult hit and so widely talked about and controversial and come at it — head on — by conveying “Here’s a movie about someone who watched my movie and went out and did what they saw,” which is what you’re all so scared of, right? It’s poignant and blunt, clever and simple all at the same time. But along the way, he lost sight of that idea and went too far, putting his film in a category with the likes of “The August Underground” and “Salo.” Something that isn’t anything more than a bragging right among horror fans to say, “I’ve seen that.”