Interesting and humorous enough, but easily the weakest of Roy Andersson's trilogy; its ideas are less fully-formed, and the visual gags and metaphors less arresting than they were in Andersson's masterpiece Songs from the Second Floor and its equally flooring follow-up You the Living. The film's strongest elements are in the more coherent connectedness of the vignettes, and in Andersson's trademark dark humour, as sardonic as ever. Considered independently of his other work, it's a fine film, but as a continuation of what came before and a conclusion to a trilogy, it leaves something to be desired.
It is especially strange that, as a Kiwi who was raised in a rural environment not dissimilar (but decidedly less isolated) than the one depicted in this film, Taika Waititi's fourth feature doesn't quite resonate with me as strongly as it does with others.
The film is admittedly amusing and young Julian Dennison is surprisingly magnetic, and yet, Waititi's trademark offbeat and quirky Kiwi humour seems to be growing a little tired. Too often the film trades in some especially…
Having just sat through what is almost certainly one of the most disgusting films ever made, and arguing with one person defending it, I have mulled over The Human Centipede II (Full Sequence) for much longer than it deserves. My conclusion is very simple: it is a gigantic and messy gore wank.
About as delightful as having a chunk of dry shit stuck to the hairs on the crack of your ass, this film is an inexorable 91-minute slog through…