Few people have bothered going back and checking out director Tom Six’s back catalogue since “The Human Centipede (First Sequence)” became a minor cultural and cinematic phenomenon, and this writer is not among them. So perhaps “Gay in Amsterdam” is a masterpiece, but it’s doubtful the director will ever be remembered as anything other than the guy who made those forcible ass-to-mouth horror movies. If you’ve been holding out for the sequel “The Human Centipede II (Full Sequence)” (and frankly why aren’t you watching "Tucker & Dale vs Evil" or waiting for Ti West’s “The Innkeepers” or something that seems half-way interesting?) it's time to put down the hastily sewn erotic tea doilies inspired by the film that you’ve been spending your evenings darning. That’s right, the wait is almost over: the second centipede comes on October 7th, according to Shock Til You Drop.
Six, a would-be agent provocateur right down to his look-at-me cowboy hat, seems to enjoy courting the publicity a project like this generates like a poor man’s Lars von Trier, usually by blabbing to any media outlet who’ll have him that the next instalment of the epic “Human Centipede” franchise -the newest fix of sexual deviancy and cross-stitching -- will make the last film “look like My Little Pony" or a “Disney film.” The film opens in a crowded month for horror, and already has an art-house equivalent in Almodovar’s demented body-horror “The Skin I Live In.”
The picture gained unwarranted notoriety earlier in the year when the BBFC, the British classification board -- who’ve become increasingly scissor-happy of late, trimming both “A Serbian Film” and “3D Sex and Zen: Extreme Ecstasy” back by a few minutes -- effectively banned the film outright in the U.K.. Six feigned indignance at first, but quickly took to the news like an over-enthusiastic glue-huffer and, sure enough, he was soon dishing the dirt on a potential third instalment, which will no doubt make part two look like “Andy Pandy” in a strippers-only opium den, Enid Blyton’s “Noddy” crossed with the final scenes of “Last Exit to Brooklyn” or “The Moomins” if they were forced to flee the Finnish nirvana of Moominvalley and become a travelling band of performers called The Aristocrats.
Find out if Six’s loose talk amounts to much in just over a month or, if you’re based in Britain, never.