I have heard the title and seen the movie case cover at the movie rental place but since I physically cannot watch movies like that (I will explain in a bit) I had no idea what the hell it was about.
They showed a scene with three people crying in the yard with two peoples faces in the other’s asses.
So I naturally asked the BF what the f*ck was going on.
He proceeded to explain that the basis of the movie was this scientist trying to connect people’s asses to other’s faces to make a “human centipede”.
So when the first human segment shits, it would go to the second segment and so on.
In the spoof the scientist guy was yelling at the first guy to “feed her”.
What the fuck?!
Who the hell came up with this idea and thought “oh let’s make a movie out of that!”
Who the hell decided to actually direct this shit?
And for people to actually rent and enjoy this crap is utter lunacy.
They need their fricken heads examined.
Same with all the other creepy and fucked-up shitty movies out there.
Why would you want to watch a movie that makes you feel like crap?
I love movies.
I’m a frequent user of the movie theater.
And I have a list of movies I need to watch and need to buy.
I love movies almost as much as I love books.
I love being able to feel like someone else.
Bluntly…to have my emotions manipulated.
But, I like leaving a movie feeling good or shocked or in awe or sad.
Not disgusted or sick to my stomach.
This Human Centipede movie writer needs to be shot in the knee and fed dog crap or something.
As to why I cannot physically watch these types of movies it is because of a previous babysitter.
I had to go to daycare when I was little and at one such establishments our “punishment” was a little unusal.
We were forced to sit in the living room and watch movies like Jason and Chuckie and Freddy.
I had daymares from this.
We were “forbidden” to say anything to our parents otherwise “they would be very mad at us” and we would not be allowed to come back and play with her puppies anymore.
Well I loved puppies so I didn’t say anything.
My mom figured out something was wrong after one night of waking up to me slashing a butter knife back and forth at the end of her bed.
After asking me what I was doing all I would say was, “I can’t let Chuckie kill you mommy. I have to kill him first.”
Since my mommy was a decent mommy and wouldn’t let me watch movies like that she woke me up and asked me where I had seen Chuckie.
And the story came out.
The next day, the City people were out at the daycare ladies house and I went there no longer.
It wasn’t until college that I found out that I have panic attacks whenever I catch a glimpse of Chuckie or Jason or Freddy.
There was the commercial for Chuckie’s Bride or whatever the next stupid movie was and I was sitting on the Ex’s couch.
Next thing I knew I was laying flat out on my back on the floor.
I had passed out.
It happened again when I went into Spencer’s and they had the Chuckie doll hanging in the corner.
My chest got really tight and I started back away and saying no, no, no.
Freaked the worker people out.
They had to call the mall paramedic guy or whatever.
So I implore you to boycott these movies.
You will make the world a much better place.
Where people’s faces don’t get sewn to another’s ass so they can eat each other’s shit.
There’s already enough of that going on in this world.
We don’t need it presented to our eyeballs in raw form.