Rotten Tomatoes: 19% Can we all now wake up and pretend this whole sorry cultural experiment never happened? There could have been some sneaking suspicion that the whole Human Centipede thing was no more than an elaborate joke pulled on the collective audience if it wasn't for the fact that Tom Six's latest abomination wouldn't know subtlety or intellect if it was sewed into his colon. Instead, take it for what it is - a perverted exercise in attempting to provoke a reaction (whether arousal or disgust, as long as it's extreme) through the marriage of awful body "horror" and even worse acting. We should all hang our heads in shame that this is what amounts to the modern Penny Dreadfuls. There is admittedly something grotesquely enjoyable about the fact that the sequels seem to have improved in production values and star quality - particularly as the natural extrapolation would be an eventual sequel where Leonardo DiCaprio's lips meet Meryl Streep's anus all shot in glorious HD - but if you like this, you're broken.
