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Essentially part five in the ridiculously profitable horror franchise, Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones continues the found-footage conceit of the other films. The difference is instead of the scares taking place in rich white suburbia, they do so in a junky apartment complex on a largely Latino side of Oxnard, Calif.
I can't imagine a more appropriate movie to serve as Fantastic Fest's
official opener than "The Human Centipede II (Full Sequence)," a
near-immediate sequel to the instant cult hit that entered the
pop-culture lexicon before it even saw release.
Last night's 9 p.m. crowd was pumped, but perhaps not quite primed, for
whatever in-attendance writer/director/producer Tom Six had conjured up
this time. Anyone who has read my original review of the first
may recall that I think that film's events weren't as graphic as
everyone expected — that they could've been much
Well, welcome to the "much worse." But more on that in a moment.
Awaiting each viewer was an official "Human Centipede II" Survival Kit, a
branded barf bag containing a staple remover and a peppermint. I ate
We also each received a "Human Centipede II" T-shirt, bearing the pun
tagline, "The Deuce Is Loose." Anyone who didn't get the reference would
within 90 minutes. Naturally, the shirt is brown. No, you can't have
Before the show, FF and Alamo Drafthouse founder Tim League coerced lil'
"Lord of the Rings" star Elijah Wood to join him onstage from his spot
in the audience. Wood complied, soon giving way to an all-audience
re-creation of the actor's now-infamous "Puppet Master" dance from
kiddie show "Yo Gabba Gabba!" The sight was surreal, especially since —
this being the Alamo — subliminal shots of exploding heads from
"Scanners" and the like made their way into the footage before taking
Then we experienced the movie. When Six promoted the original film by
saying the sequel would make it look like "My Little Pony" by
comparison, that wasn't just a good soundbite. Part two makes part one
look positively innocent. To Six's credit, he didn't simply remake his
own movie. Instead, he completely flipped it and went meta.
"THC II" begins with Martin (newcomer Laurence R. Harvey), a sweaty,
bug-eyed, obese parking garage attendant in London, watching the tail
end of the first "THC" on his laptop at work. When it's over, he watches
it again. He's obsessed with it, to the point that he keeps a scrapbook
of the film hidden underneath his bed, as if it were porn.
Martin doesn't utter a word. He doesn't need to. His story is so simple
— a lifetime of abuse and ridicule — that he doesn't have to. The gist
of "THC II" is that he begins to wonder about testing the movie's "100%
Medically Accurate" advertising claim, so he seeks out some unwilling
test subjects from the labyrinthian parking garage. Whereas the movie's
Dr. Heiter had but three victims, Martin seeks a dirty dozen.
Whereas the first film was clean and antiseptic in look and design, this
sequel is bleak and grimy. Whereas the first film was in color, this
sequel is in black-and-white — except for one scene, à la the girl in
the red dress from Steven Spielberg's "Schindler's List," but I leave it
to your imagination. Whereas the first film showed next to nothing,
this sequel shows everything. I do think it goes too far, and from a guy
like me who has a strong tolerance for horror, that's saying something.
(However, I should note that most of the audience members were more
troubled by a pre-show short of a medical education film about the
vasectomy procedure, step by scissoring step.)
I'm still processing "THC II." Six has made the darkest of black
comedies, set in "Eraserhead"-type surroundings of societal misery, and
then stitched on a Grand Guignol grand finale that had many unsure
whether to laugh or recoil, so they did both. Harvey gives a remarkably
brave performance; we alternately feel sorry for him and want to kill
him. I think I liked the movie — it's arty, clever
and unique — but so much of its third act crosses the line that the
angel on my shoulder tells me I shouldn't. You'll never look at sandpaper the same way again.
Actually, the afterward appearance of Six, Harvey and four lovely
centipede segments onstage took some of the sting out of it. There's a
reason why they call it "special effects." Those butts sure looked real
The highlight of the Q-and-A was when League asked Six about how he
found Harvey, who resembles Alfred Hitchcock by way of Batman comics'
The Penguin. Six said Harvey walked into auditions, "and then I asked
him to rape a chair. He went at it full-force." And the rest is cinema
history. —Rod Lott