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REVIEW: DVD Release: All Boys























Film: All Boys
Year of production: 2009
UK Release date: 23rd May 2011
Distributor: Bounty
Certificate: 18
Running time: 73 mins
Director: Markku Heikkinen
Genre: Documentary
Format: DVD
Country of Production: Finland/Denmark
Language: German/English/Czech

Review by: Sarah Hill

There’s something very artificial about the porn industry. Porn film scenarios are improbable and the clunky dialogue sounds false. And regardless of whether the actors are simulating sex or engaging in the act itself, the way sex is represented in porn films is largely unrealistic. Amidst all this artificiality, it’s often easy to forget that these films star real people with real emotions. All Boys seeks to explore how these performers feel about working in the porn industry, and to what extent they are being exploited.

In Eastern Europe in the 1990s, the fall of the Soviet Union and the Iron Curtain meant that there were a number of young males who were uneducated, economically disadvantaged and eager to make money. This did not go unnoticed by producer George Duroy, who went on to found production company Bel Ami and turn Prague into the capital of gay porn.

The film follows producer Dan Komar, the man credited with creating the country’s first series of “bareback” films, and the young boys he casts in his films. All the boys are aged around 18-20, including Ruda, who is better known by his stage name, Aaron Hawke, due to his resemblance to the actor Ethan Hawke...


Perhaps the most striking thing about this documentary examining Prague’s porn industry is its lack of pornographic images. Many of what few graphic images there are in the film fly past in a whir and a blur, as if to acknowledge the fact that consumers are saturated with explicit images and it is the people behind them who are most important. In recognition of this, the film produces some fascinating character studies about those who are working in the industry. Producer Dan Komar is a typically exploitative producer – he chooses all the boys personally and, despite making a considerable amount of money, pays them very little. He also, rather sinisterly, lives with the boys as if they were a ‘family’.

Dan is quite an ambiguous character because although he is clearly treating the boys as commodities, he does seem to love them in his own way. Furthermore, not only is Dan ambiguous, he is also a mass of contradictions. He asserts that his decision to live with the boys is not a “Peter Pan thing;” it’s not a desperate attempt to keep himself young. However, he goes on to say that he had so much fun at the age of 27 that he decided to remain at that age. It’s very difficult to know what to believe. One suspects that even Dan doesn’t know what the truth it anymore: the truth is whatever he has convinced himself it is.

At times, Dan does evoke some sympathy from the viewer, particularly when he talks about his loneliness and how the most important thing in life is to “be in the arms of someone you care about.” It seems that, at least for a while, Ruda was a cure for Dan’s loneliness when they embarked on a three-year relationship. At the beginning of the film, Ruda is the Zac Efron of the “bareback” porn films. After growing up in a children’s home, his angelic features ensured that he became the biggest star within Prague’s porn industry. He has a certain self-assuredness that comes from both youth and from being part of Dan’s lucrative world of porn, where saying “I love you can get you a new pair of Armani jeans.” Ruda dreams of many things: to be a “big star like Jim Carrey” and, perhaps most poignantly, “to start a normal life without Dan.”

Although the film focuses mainly on the human aspect of the industry, through its exploration of the feelings of those involved – and rightly so – it also provides some interesting cultural analysis about the birth of the porn industry in Eastern Europe and how it symbolised the sense of freedom and liberation that existed after the fall of the Berlin Wall. In addition, the voiceover informs that during the mid-2000s, there were approximately 3,000 gay porn films produced worldwide and 2,000 of those were Czech, which reinforces just how successful the industry was at its peak. The voiceover also states that porn could not exist without the “free consumer.” However, with the increasing abundance of free online porn, the consumer soon went elsewhere and, within ten years, the Czech porn scene had “greedily eaten itself up.”

But once the industry imploded, what became of the boys who made it what it was? Some, like Filip, are fine - for the most part - and are able to build a relatively normal life for themselves. Others, like Ruda, did not fare so well. Although the distressing outcome of Ruda’s short time in the industry was likely given his background, it is still a shock. The cut from the image of Dan talking to the image of Ruda in the present forcibly jolts the viewer. To witness the extent of his decline is devastating; it is clear that unless he gets help urgently, his life is over - and he’s only in his mid twenties. It is a shame, therefore, that this section of the film feels slightly rushed. The filmmaker could have afforded to spend more time examining just how these boys were affected by the industry, as it seems that this is the whole point of the film. However, whilst the final few scenes may pass by too quickly, one thing is clear: the industry that greedily ate itself up swallowed up boys like Ruda and spewed them back out, leaving them with nothing.


All Boys lets itself down slightly due to the fact that too much time is spent focusing on those who produce the films when more time could have been given to exploring the affect that being part of the industry had on its former stars. The film is also not as visually interesting as it could have been. Despite this, All Boys is both compelling and heartbreaking. In this documentary about the porn industry, it is not the use of explicit imagery that is the most shocking aspect, but rather the extent to which those working within the industry are exploited. SH


SPECIAL FEATURE: DVD Review: Dead Hooker In A Trunk























Film: Dead Hooker In A Trunk
Year of production: 2009
UK Release date: 23rd May 2011
Distributor: Bounty
Certificate: 18
Running time: 90 mins
Director: Jen Soska & Sylvia Soska
Starring: Jen Soska, Sylvia Soska, Rikki Gagne, C.J. Wallis, John Tench
Genre: Action/Horror/Mystery/Thriller
Format: DVD
Country of Production: Canada
Language: English

Review by: Rob Markham

Dead Hooker In A Trunk. What more needs to be said with a title like that? Revelling in cheap gore, cheap thrills and cheap laughs this offbeat road movie of sorts harks back to the days of American drive-ins where you could be pummeled senseless by images deemed to outrageous for mainstream cinemas.

After a night out, four friends discover a dead hooker in the boot of their car. After the drink and drug-fuelled fun of the night, two of them aren’t sure whether they may be partly responsible for its appearance and so they set out to bury the body in a forest.

As the friends make their way to the burial site, they are faced with the multiple horrors of a serial killer, a maniacal cowboy who seems to want the body, and several gang members hell-bent on causing chaos in the aftermath of a drug deal.

Violence, gore and mayhem ensue and the group has to pull together and put aside their differences if they are to find out what actually happened, and why…


There are several good reasons for the decline of the drive-in horror, and the fall in popularity of ‘grindhouse’ movies. One possible reason is an increasingly permissive cinema. Whatever gory, ghastly, obscene and subversive images could be found in the trashy flicks churned out weekly back then can easily be found in many mainstream horrors, and are readily (and legally) available on DVD today. We are in a more permissive age, one in which films such as Irreversible, Baise-moi, A Serbian Film, Martyrs, etc. are not only screened in cinemas worldwide (albeit not mainstream) but can also be found in DVD rental stores. It is therefore a source of great confusion that films like Dead Hooker In A Trunk continue to be made.

There could be a certain charm to the cheap look, bad effects, terrible acting and writing, and there are times when the film threatens to be fun. The fact that the characters are named Badass, Geek, Junkie and Goodie Two-Shoes suggests a level of self-awareness that seems to be totally lost in every other aspect of the film, as we are treated to a succession of badly conceived set-pieces.

It will be said that the acting is supposed to be so bad, the effects intentionally awful, and the script purposefully devoid of relevance, resonance and rationality, however, with a wealth of truly outstanding, subversive, shocking and relevant horror so readily available, why should anyone in their right mind choose to watch something so unapologetically awful? If it’s gore and fun you’re looking for then there are also a thousand direct-to-DVD offerings to choose from, and this film makes all of them look like The Shining in comparison.

The plot is a nonsense, and the whole film devoid of anything remotely resembling narrative. Four friends find a body in the boot of their car. Reactions to this discovery are mixed, as one throws up, two search the body for drugs and the other tries to inject a sense of foreboding into the scene. There is a feeling that the discovery itself is supposed to be played for comic effect; however, there is nothing funny about the writing, the performances or the look and feel of the scene itself.

From here, we must sit through a drug pick-up that turns bad when gangsters arrive with chainsaws (a la Scarface) and we find out that Badass isn’t so much a badass but a psychopathic killer. A cowboy (who looks frighteningly like Lemmy) turns up, when they finally get round to burying the body, for reasons unknown, and is dispatched like the pointless plot thread that he is, and added to this is the arrival of the serial killer who put the body there in the first place.

When the film decides it’s a serial killer thriller things start to make a little more sense, but by then it’s far too late. The scenes of gore are nowhere near as grotesque as they need to be to justify the overall mood and feel of the piece, and the moments of so-called comedy have all been done better elsewhere. A castration-aftermath scene seems to be there for nothing more than shock value, but we’ve seen it done in mainstream movies (the remake of I Spit On Your Grave for one) to much greater effect. This leaves the question burning in the mind of the viewer: what is the point of it all? It’s not fun, it’s not relevant. There are no thrills and no excitement.

In terms of performance, there are two choices: either the cast have performed a super-human feat of parodying the bad acting of films in the genre to an absolute tee, or they really are that bad. From the evidence on offer, it would seem the latter is the case.

It could all have been so different. It is part road movie, part horror, part serial killer thriller, and the ideas are there. A severed arm is reattached with a needle and thread, a killer is preying on women because of an unfortunate circumcision accident that left him deformed…actually that’s about it for the ideas, but the whole thing could have been fun if it had been shot with a bare minimum of savvy and affection for the genre and films it riffs on.


It is nearly impossible to find anything remotely enjoyable in Dead Hooker In A Trunk. It’s annoying and cheap in almost every respect. In today’s cinematic climate, there is no need to seek cheap thrills from cheap films when there are so many untapped sources for horror worldwide. If that’s all you’re looking for then you can find a wealth of world cinema releases that can give you twice the gore, twice the thrills, twice the laughs, all with better production values and comparatively Oscar-worthy performances. That’s not an exaggeration. RM


REVIEW: DVD Release: Men For Sale























Film: Men For Sale
Year of production: 2008
UK Release date: 23rd May 2011
Distributor: Bounty
Certificate: TBC
Running time: 145 mins
Director: Rodrigue Jean
Genre: Documentary
Format: DVD
Country of Production: Canada
Language: French

Review by: J Michael Bradley

Rodrigue Jean is a man with a career so varied you could almost label him a polymath. A student of biology, sociology and literature, he originally trained as a dancer and choreographer. After dabbling in a few shorts, he made three features in a decade, melodramas all. He has now turned his considerable talent in an altogether different direction.

Action Séro Zéro is a Montreal community organisation providing free healthcare and HIV prevention services. They helped to give Rodrigue Jean access to some of their clients, to better cast a light on the work, experiences and history.

The film follows the lives of eleven men who sell themselves to make, or rather scrape, a living. Filming for hundreds of hours over the course of a year, and working with a skeleton film crew to gain the men's trust, Jean has distilled the footage down to an eye-opening two hour documentary.

These young men have resorted to prostitution to dull pain, feed drug habits and exist on the outer fringes of society. Mindful of the stigma they attract, Jean merely points the camera and lets these people talk. Presenting the film chronologically, we are asked to enter their world...


The documentary has come of age in recent years, the best known examples by the like of Morgan Spurlock (Supersize Me and the forthcoming The Greatest Movie Ever Sold) and Werner Herzog (Grizzly Man and the recent Cave Of Forgotten Dreams) garnering plaudits, awards and, most importantly, audiences. Enron: The Smartest Guys In The Room (2005) shows just what a powerful film can be made with an interesting subject, lots of talking heads and great editing. Rodrigue Jean clearly aspires to make a thought provoking, provocative film, wanting us to see and hear harrowing stories and individuals whilst hoping that we don't simply turn off. The stated aim was to make an “unflinching portrait with neither voyeurism nor false sympathy, (that) acknowledges those society prefers to ignore.” Quite what would constitute false sympathy is unclear, for the stories told here, chronologically over a year, are, for the most part, potentially some of the saddest you are ever likely to hear.

Eleven main subjects are too many for the viewer to develop any sort of bond or, indeed, coherence of narrative with. Jean has opted not to caption any of the participants and with the free-flow, year in the life style he adopts, some appear far more regularly than others and you are left wondering, at times, who is whom and what it is they've experienced since you last saw them. This lack of information is, perhaps, indicative of Jean's desire to maintain the distance, and keep himself and the viewer free from the voyeurism and false sympathy he is so keen to avoid, but it sure does make it very confusing and hard to follow.

Of course, you do have sympathy. It would be a cold-hearted viewer who wouldn't - although some may find their compassion straining when one of the young men gets some money, spends it immediately on jewellery and a phone, only to sell these hours later to buy drugs. That he has a child on the way could also cause you to hold a somewhat stronger opinion of him, but Jean would rather you just watch and take it all in.

On the whole, most of the subjects are quite unlikeable and almost certainly unlikely to elicit much in the form of empathy. The exception is the funny and likeable Danny Brown who's in his forties, not his twenties. Possessed of an older head on broader shoulders, Danny used to be a porn star in straight, bi and gay movies and now makes his living performing for a few hundred dollars in the occasional gonzo porn flick, as well as servicing clients in his modest home, still trading on his little bit of fame. He's honest and funny, but also in the film the least, which is a real shame. He brings some very welcome light relief to the proceedings.

Men For Sale does feel like a bit of a lost opportunity. You could argue that a subject matter such as this demands the totally neutral approach, allowing the viewer to hear these stories and make their own conclusions without them being tainted from the off by the filmmaker. That's okay for nature documentaries, but the human story, in all its guises, demands a human approach. At almost two-and-a-half hours, it’s literally too long by half.


Worthy, honest and unflinching, Men For Sale is ultimately cold, harrowing and hard to connect with. These are stories, situations and individuals who need society to cast a mirror at them. This is not that film. And it’s very long. A missed opportunity. JMB


REVIEW: DVD Release: Straight























Film: Straight
Release date: 27th September 2010
Certificate: 15
Running time: 59 mins
Director: Nicolas Flessa
Starring: Adrian Can, Annabelle Dorn, Beba Ebner, Frederic Heidorn, Marion Kruse
Genre: Comedy/Drama
Studio: Bounty
Format: DVD
Country: Germany

Shining a light on the issue of social misconception, and the pressures created by society’s desire for obligatory conformism, Nicolas Flessa’s short German film plunges straight to the heart of the matter of repressed sexuality. Set in the Berlin district of Neukoelln, otherwise known as the city’s “ghetto,” Flessa looks at the intertwining lives of three young adults as they come to terms with their individual feelings and the implications this may have on them and those around them.

Jana is a social worker yet keeps her occupation hidden from her parents, who she believes would think less of her if they knew. She is stuck in a lacklustre relationship, with her boyfriend David, which is devoid of any spark and romance. She increasingly begins to feel lonely and isolated in the claustrophobic clutches of the capital, and spends her days frustrated - and dreaming of having a family with her close friend Julia.

Her boyfriend, David, spends his days focusing on work, and for the most part completely ignores his significant other. When he and Julia do eventually spend time together, the resulting exchanges fail to produce fireworks, and the two are aware of their continuing and increasing drift, both emotionally and physically, which causes him to turn his gaze towards other people to satisfy his desires.

It is when both of these characters come into contact with a German-Turkish male drug-dealer named Nazim that the landscape of all their lives becomes shifted irrevocably, as a triangle forms that will cause them all to reassess their views about theirs and each other’s desires…


To say the production costs of Straight are low is an understatement, as the cinematography resembles that of a third year media student’s latest creation, but perhaps that is not as big of a criticism as it initially sounds. Being undoubtedly low budget and classifiably independent, director Nicolas Flasse, who has a track record of creating cinematic shorts, is able to be as brutal with his characters as the issues he addresses them with. He deals with the sexuality of his protagonists in a manner that is often treated with contempt in wider cinema, and is bracketed into a comedy genre for cheap laughs at the expense of the individual’s feelings. In Straight, Flessa manages to allow a lot to be said without words, he focuses on gestures and the movements of his actors to transmit the subtext to create the sense of believability needed to engage with their plights.

Through the understated and subtle script, the director can emphasise the underlying pulls that each of the individuals feels, the need to put a façade and pretend that they aren’t how they are. Flasse focuses on the external social forces that drive the need for secrecy, lies and denial that reside within two of the three focal characters. From the imposing pressure of parents and societies ideas on what constitutes a ‘normal’ relationship to the excessively masculine posturing of Nazim’s drug associates, and the need to be someone you’re not to save face, Flasse contrasts the emotions of Nazim and Jana to the laissez-faire attitude of David. He casually drifts from one person to the next, not particularly bothered about the emotions that others may feel towards or because of him. He is a particularly selfish individual who acts purely for self-gratification, which is in stark contrast to the confused activities of the others, who are seemingly searching for their true selves in the process of this complex love-triangle.

If there was perhaps one criticism of Straight, it is that while Flasse does address the need for secrecy felt by both Jana and Nazim, it is perhaps not explored enough, or the pressures not felt enough to create that gut-wrenching emotional pull that films of this nature often need. Straight would benefit more from being slightly longer and allowing there to be a greater feel of danger; a slowly increasing suspicion of Nazim’s homosexual tendencies by his gang-mates; or a sense of continual pressure from Jana’s parents to settle down and start a family. Without the heightened sense of paranoia or anxiety caused by the social pressures that the director acknowledges, yet fails to capitalise on, Straight can sometimes not deliver the punch the predicament desires to create.

Straight is an interesting short film that while not entirely unpredictable, engages the viewer with the style in which it sets about its task. Set in the seedy atmosphere of the Berlin ghetto to highlight the equally seedy and dubious relationships that are failing and being forged. The actors undertake their roles with an understated gusto that befits the relatively lo-fi feel of the photography, and allows the limited script to come to life through the range of emotions that are at the front of this films driving force.


While there are areas for potential reworking and growth that would allow the drama to be exploited to its most engaging, Straight proves to be anything but, as it weaves the lives of its three characters together in a delicate yet brutally believable manner. BL



NEWS: DVD Release: Straight














Drenched in sex and style, Straight ploughs right through to the tantalizing details of a ménage à trios.

Jana is a social worker who tries to help local prostitutes. She tells her judgmental and racist mother that she works for a publishing company as a cover for the truth; she lives in the slums.

Nazim prowls the neighbourhood with his crew, in search of drugs and fist fights, hiding his true identity as a bi-curious hoodlum who picks up male strangers for an impersonal quickie. David is one of his first conquests, but Nazim is ashamed and throws him out as soon as their session is over.

David finds himself back in the arms of his girlfriend, Jana, who is constantly awash in a haze of sex and drugs, including when she performs a striptease at a bar and picks up a mesmerized Nazim, who knows nothing of her relationship with David. As David, Nazim, and Jana begin to discover each other’s secrets, Straight tightens the screws until the tension is almost unbearable.

This highly erotic drama, which is like a carnal cross-up of Chasing Amy and Shank, is tinged with biting humour. It also features a moody, enveloping mix of songs, courtesy of Kitty Solaris. Straight isn’t just a movie, it’s a mind set, where monogamy is nothing more than a pipe dream.


Film: Straight
Release date: 27th September 2010
Certificate: 15
Running time: 59 mins
Director: Nicolas Flessa
Starring: Adrian Can, Annabelle Dorn, Beba Ebner, Frederic Heidorn, Marion Kruse
Genre: Drama
Studio: Bounty
Format: DVD
Country: Germany

REVIEW: DVD Release: Spinnin'























Film: Spinnin'
Release date: 15th November 2010
Certificate: 15
Running time: 110 mins
Director: Eusebio Pastrana
Starring: Alejandro Torus, Olav Fernandez, Arantxa Valdiva, Carolina Toucedato, Guadalupe Perez Lancho
Genre: Drama
Studio: Bounty
Format: DVD
Country: Spain

AIDS; suicide; homosexuality; heterosexuality; family tension; friendship; religion; love - Spinnin’ covers it all in an astoundingly courageous debut from Spanish director Eusebio Pastrana. Scooping first place for Best Feature Film at The Barcelona International Gay & Lesbian Film Festival, and coming in second at 2008’s San Diego Latino Film Festival, Pastrana’s first venture into feature film has clearly made an impact. No wonder.

Pastrana’s script knowingly beats the critics at their own job. Viewers are immediately introduced to the passionate Garate and Omar who plunge into satirical character analysis with rapid and revealing dialogue. Then, they fall in love.

The couple’s gay relationship expands into a four-way affiliation with an equally adoring lesbian couple. They share their home with each other and their friends, where secrets have no place and feelings are discussed freely. A spanner is thrown into this beautifully oiled machine, though, when one of each of the couples realises that there is one thing missing: a child…


This does not bear as much resemblance to a soap opera as may be expected. Pleasingly, there is no shouting or fighting - at least not between our protagonists. Although there are plenty of tears, endearingly they are met with affection, not friction. The characters’ faith in each other often surpasses the viewers, so deep is their understanding of one another. Despite their unconventional approach to life - or perhaps because of it - this is a family completely bonded by tenderness and love.

Hope and optimism permeates the film. “Wounds keep you alive,” viewers are constantly reminded. “Life is sad, but a good fight makes life interesting.” None of the characters fall into the trap of self-pity, but they address their problems communicatively and set the rest of us an example that we can only wish we were strong enough to imitate.

Garate spreads this warmth to unsuspecting friends he encounters on the street. A 13-year-old girl, caught in the midst of a custodial battle following the loss of her mother, finds reassurance in his empathy, inspired by his own mother’s death. The homeless are befriended with light-hearted games on the pavement. A workmate, betrayed by his pregnant wife, finds an outlet by opening up to his colleague. Garate’s own Christian father takes a spiritual dilemma to the counsel of his son; a dilemma founded on the fears that Garate and his family have built their paradise on. But the most significant friendship that Garate secures is that of Raquel. She is desperate for a lover and longs for human contact. Her own disastrous story is gradually uncovered and she proves pivotal to the family’s situation.

This story of convention versus deviation is a true portrait of human nature. Pastrana and his cast calmly address the three defining milestones that influence humanity: love, life and death. Rather than drawing attention to each controversy raised, the filmmaker works them into the script with a maturity that many new directors lack. Whereas they might rush headlong into a medley of clumsy statements contrived to raise eyebrows, the topics featured in Spinnin’ develop organically, barely noticeable in the flow of dialogue. Carried along by a naturalistic cast, it is only upon reflection that the number of potential points of outrage are realised: the speculation that God is gay, for example, or obligingly providing drug money for an HIV victim.

This patchwork of themes is perhaps what leads to what might be the film’s one fault: the number of personalities presented to the viewer. So many ideas are explored that Pastrana has created a complicated web of characters that may leave audiences falling behind the script. Nevertheless, by the end of the film, viewers will be left with a satisfying sense of closure on the story, but not on the themes. For this reason, Spinnin’ will stay with you for a very long time.

Without a scrap of angst or cheese, Pastrana dedicates Spinnin’ to the L-word. He examines love and reveals it in all its guises. Love between the sexes and amongst them; love across ages and class; parental love and amorous lust; love between friends and love within couples; the guilt that love generates, but also the support it offers. Ultimately, Spinnin’ is a love story, but not a romantic film. It’s a tale about a group of friends, but it’s not a teenage buddy movie.


Pastrana’s debut is a complex film – complex in terms of characters and themes. But it takes the viewer on a seamless journey, pursuing human nature. Unhurried, Pastrana leisurely and inoffensively tackles the stuff of contentious chat shows and gritty documentaries without the aggression and without the sentimentality. RS
 

REVIEW: DVD Release: The Human Centipede [First Sequence]























Film: The Human Centipede [First Sequence]
Release date: 4th October 2010
Certificate: 18
Running time: 90 mins
Director: Tom Six
Starring: Dieter Laser, Ashley C. Williams, Ashlynn Yennie, Akihiro Kitamura, Andreas Leupold
Genre: Drama/Horror/Thriller
Studio: Bounty
Format: DVD & Blu-ray
Country: Netherlands

The toe curling surgical horror from Dutch director Tom Six takes high concept body horror to new heights of imagination, and new lows of plot development.

Two young American women travelling across Europe get lost when their car breaks down in the woods. They then happen across the isolated home of Doctor Heiter, a surgeon specialising in the separation of Siamese twins. After inviting the two ladies inside, Heiter drugs their drinks and traps them in his basement, which has been turned into a makeshift surgical ward.

After capturing a male Japanese tourist as his third victim, the doctor then goes on to explain that his ambition is to create the titular ‘human centipede’, a creature with one gastric system made up of three surgically attached people positioned anus to mouth.

After a failed attempt to escape by one of the women, the ‘centipede’ is created. However, the centipede begins to rebel against Heiter’s commands, and the police (investigating the disappearances) begin to grow suspicious of the increasingly erratic doctor…


A film like this relies heavily on its high concept premise, but beyond that there is not much to The Human Centipede [First Sequence]. The film stands proudly beside the fact that the portrayal is one hundred per cent surgically accurate, as if to suggest that something this nasty could actually happen and, to be fair, the thought of that is undeniably scary. Unfortunately, once you get over that initial scare, the cack-handed nature of the filmmaking becomes too jarring.

The film has attracted criticism from some quarters, dismissing it as mere torture porn, and there is not much to refute this claim, especially due to the fact that two parts of the centipede are played by young, attractive, helpless (not to mention gormless) women - who’s top halves are also gratuitously naked for much of the film. More disturbingly, the film leads the audience to believe that being attached to the centipede is like a form of punishment to the victims for not living in the right way; especially considering that the inception of human centipede began when Six joked about performing this kind of mutilation to sex offenders. This is as good as confirmed when Katsuro (the front part of the centipede) admits that he deserves his fate for mistreating his family.

The plot plods along as slowly as the human centipede itself, with the usual bit of establishment, a bit of exposition, and then a hilariously poorly attempted escape that fails to capture any sense of suspense; copying about every slasher film chase cliché ever seen. After that, we are then forced to watch the doctor marvelling at his odd creation, as the two women are left to eat excrement. The biggest problem is that after the centipede is created, the plot loses all momentum.

The acting, for the most part, is pretty awful, too. The female victims seem to spend the first part of the film rambling through hammy dialogue, and then have no other option but to make muffled screams into the anus’ they are attached to - substituting for the lack of screams from the audience. The only honourable mention goes to Dieter Laser, who plays the demented surgeon behind the shocking misdeed - he really does play the part to chilling perfection. Unfortunately, his character is so overbearingly unhinged and suspect that it’s surprising the police hadn’t put him under some kind of surveillance beforehand. This isn’t necessarily Laser's fault – the writing is just so poor.


This film is clearly marketed as a visceral body horror, but it fails to even do that very well, as much of the horror is communicated through over exuberant implication - often to the point of looking silly. At its best, The Human Centipede [First Sequence] raises some genuine chills, but, at its worst, it drags on, and makes a mockery of better realised horror movies. DJ


REVIEW: Cinema Release: The Human Centipede [First Sequence]















Film: The Human Centipede [First Sequence]
Release date: 20th August 2010
Certificate: 18
Running time: 92 mins
Director: Tom Six
Starring: Dieter Laser, Ashley C. Williams, Ashlynn Yennie, Akihiro Kitamura, Andreas Leupold
Genre: Horror/Thriller
Studio: Bounty
Format: Cinema
Country: Netherlands

Few would have thought that a joke between Tom Six and friends would ultimately result in the film that has provoked worldwide debate over its release and certification.

Much to their frustration, Jenny (Yennie) and Lindsay’s (Williams) car breaks down en route to a nightclub while on vacation in Germany. Stranded on a dirt road with zero phone signal and little sign of help arriving, the two Americans venture out on foot to find help.

Saved by the presence of a house in the middle of nowhere, the women they are relieved and thankful when Dr. Heiter (Laser) offers to call for roadside assistance. Unbeknown to them, their fortunes are in flux and, with the arrival of a third person, ultimately doomed to becoming part of a psychic surgical experiment to create a human centipede…


The first thing noticeable is the story, or occasionally lack there of. Narratively, the film is a lot like the slasher works of the 1980s, with young women isolated in the middle of nowhere. Unlike those films, Six preferred to disregard the idea of building the tension gradually to the point of frenzy, like Jaws, and opted to allow the storyline to serve the visual display that he is about to dish up - and it works. Much has been made of the surgery in this film, and whether it attracts you or repulses you – ultimately, if you’re watching the movie, you’re watching it for the purpose of seeing what it’s all about. Giving that, as a rationale, they have managed to create a positive out of a negative - a complex narrative that builds slowly towards the creation of a human centipede would no doubt leave the audience frustrated and resentful.

Laser (as Dr. Heiter) is a tall intimidating figure who carries himself as if he is sculpted from true evil. His disregard for human life is wonderfully balanced with an unspoken past he dangles in front of the camera in the moments of solitude. The explanation scene, so outlandish that it could just as easy raise a wave of laughter as a chilling silence is pitch perfect, always menacing and clinical without appearing hammed up - a veritable Brian Cox as Lector rather than Hopkins. The weak line performance wise are the Ashleys (Williams amd Yennie), though mainly Williams, as their delivery is always heavy, their dialogue (which is suspect at times to begin with) lands flat, and their gestures and mannerisms are a painful reminder that the content of the film most likely scared off actresses of a higher calibre. Thankfully, and this is in no way meant to be misogynistic, once they’re stitched together, this is no longer an issue, and the film can genuinely stand a chance of improving.

The actual surgery is handled with a real balance and maturity. A lot of the media hype related to this film would paint a picture of it being nothing more than graphic ‘shock cinema’, in the style of the video nasties that were rife a generation ago. In fact, the only signs post-operation of their joining are some fresh scars along the cheek. That’s not to say that there aren’t some truly difficult scenes to sit through. The removal of sections 2 and 3’s teeth will always get a wince from those who have ever been to a dentist. The movement of the centipede when Heiter is training them can also be difficult at times to watch, but only during the close ups.

The cinematography adds to the atmosphere of the film in every aspect. Though not always as flashy as it promised, a delightful light flare during an early scene promised a visually stunning film. These moments of great style are infrequent, with Six preferring to allow the cinematography, like the narrative, to play servant to the horrific set pieces that the film is punctuated with. The look of the film, alongside the lead’s performance, is played straight and is clinical. All precautions are taken to prevent the film from lapsing into a hammed up gore flick of little merit or mood.


Though the film has its faults, mostly in the unimaginative set up for the main body of the narrative, it also has a lot going for it. The Human Centipede is actually quite an old fashioned horror film that has sutured together the key elements in any film of its genre, and then pushes it out a little further than most are comfortably used to. DL