I feel I've lost a fair amount of my horror geek cred, because a week ago, I hadn't even heard of The Human Centipede. But now, between the revolting plot, it apparently reducing Sports Junkies movie critic BDK to a whimpering little girl, and Roger Ebert admitting that this film broke his rating system, I really, really, really want to see it.
In fact, I hope this causes, "Who would you want in your human centipede?" to replace "What five people, living or dead, would you want to have dinner with?" as the sort of supposedly thought-provoking question people ask each other. My human centipede would include me in front (obviously; if you don't want to be in the front of your own human centipede, there's something wrong with you), Sarah Palin in the middle, and Dan Snyder bringing up the rear.
Seriously, you need to give this question some thought, because I guarantee that a few months from now, who you want in your human centipede is all anyone's going to be asking you.
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Yeah he's been whining about it pretty much non-stop for a week. I can't tell if he's exaggerating, a wuss, or if this thing is truly the most disturbing film ever. I hope it sticks around long enough for me to catch it.
Is it strange that the one thing I thought about this is that the last two segments would die off because you can't survive on feces?
Poor design.
Yeah, okay, it's strange.
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