Whilst The Human Centipede (First Sequence) held a particular type of undeniably base and claustrophobic fascination, Tom Six creates within this awful sequel a spectacular justification for why it's time the whole franchise was put to rest and Six should go into, oh I don't know, driving a bus or something. I was going to suggest he's locked in some high-rise doing data entry for the remainder of his days, but best keep him out in the open where we can all see him. Gore and humiliation - individually or delicately juxtaposed in tandem - can have a devastatingly powerful effect in the cinema, but only when backed up with a compelling narrative. Even the Saw movies, torture-porn as they may be, are wrapped in some fiendishly clever plotting. Here, Martin's (Harvey) reason for creating a new improved human centipede is that he's obsessed by Six's first film which he compulsively watches and re-watches on his laptop. Even First Sequence actress Ashlynn Yennie turns up, playing herself, and under the allusion she's in England to audition for a new Tarantino movie. Sheesh. It's all terribly meta you see, a social comment on fan obsession and film as Art (this one's in B&W) vs Corruption. Ugghh a terrible, terrible film. Enough please. No more sequences. Thank you.