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This film is hard to review. I can't really tell if I love it, or hate it.
Let's start with how awesome the concept is. The concept is awesome. Fuck yes, I'd rate the concept. You take a handful of people, and you lock them in a giant puzzle. And none of them has any idea why they're there, or how they got there. I don't know why, but I'm a sucker for shit like this. Particularly when you're just as clueless as the characters in the film.
On each side of the rooms, there's a door. Through each door is a room of a different color. The camera never leaves the puzzle. This type of movie tends to make me wet, and I don't know why.
Okay, so there are problems with this movie. A lot of problems with this movie. Problems with this movie that shouldn't be problems with this movie. It's kind of like Dark City, in that, the concept and what they're going for is awesome, but the delivery fails to amaze me. Of course, the difference between this and Dark City, is that I saw this when I was nine, and Dark City ten years later, when I was much harsher a critic.
The mathematics of the film. They make no sense. Which is bullshit, because it's a driving force in solving the puzzle. The numbers by the doors are supposed to create a map of sorts of the puzzle, telling them which rooms are trapped and which rooms are safe. And where the exit might be. And, again, it makes no sense.
They were going the right direction with the characters. They fight and try to fuck each other over. I'm not sure if it's the acting, the dialogue, or a lack of specific characterization that bothers me about them. Maybe a mixture of all of it. But even though they're headed in the right direction, it still manages to fail.

I want to like this movie, just like I want to like Dark City. Though, this one's by far easier to accept, and it might be because I first saw it ten years ago, and liked it a lot.

But, shit. I dunno. It could be a piece of shit. It could be a great film. I feel like they should have tried harder.

Silent Hill (06)

Roger Avary has worked on a few movies that I've enjoyed. Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs. Wait, those were Tarantino movies for the most part. Oh hey Mikey, he also did The Rules of Attraction. Wait, that was a pretty damn plain adaptation of the Ellis novel. So I guess he's the kind of scriptwriter who needs help when it comes to writing his scripts.

Silent Hill, no exception. The characters run around acting like little kids playing imagination games. "Bar the door!" "I'll bar the door!" "Get the bar!" "I'm getting it I'm getting it!" "Here use this rope to get around these things! That was really dangerous!" In fact, it's pretty hard not to imagine them all as little kids playing some kind of game in a park. "You have to go do these tests or else I'll burn you at the stake! They're the witches!" "Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"

If you're familiar with the games, you'll recognize the story. This time the part of Harry Mason is played by a woman. So anyway Harrietta Mason has this adopted daughter and drives her in a car near the abandoned town of Silent Hill for whatever reason and there's a girl in the middle of the road and they attempt to not hit her and they turn the car off the road and crash and Harrietta wakes up all alone in an abandoned town. Furthermore, suddenly and for no reason these air raid sirens start blaring, the world turns grey and shit, and all these monsters appear from nowhere. And they even give Radha Mitchell a flashlight, just for shits and giggles.

There's lots of things I like about this movie which should make it great. The fact that he has it set in a town ravaged by a coal fire. That is sexy. Not enough people know about coal fires. I like coal fires. I like abandoned towns. I like air raid sirens. I like Silent Hill, too. It's just that even though these ideas are great, they're not enough for me. No part of the whole movie was I actually scared. Not one part. This is in high contrast to the games where I'd pussy out like crazy. But this was just exactly the opposite. There was not one part where I was remotely scared. I have never felt this way about a horror movie before, but I think it could've benefited from a few cheap fucking scares. Even with the long drawn out scenes where monsters would drag themselves across the floor spewing pus and acid, I was too busy wincing at Pyramid Head to notice.

Again. Pyramid Head. Pyramid Head for no reason. No reason at all.

Avary planned to make a sequel, but then he got drunk and killed someone in a car accident. So now he's in jail. I'm not sure where I was going with this. I'm drunk too. Moral is, kids: don't get drunk and kill people, or else you won't ever be able to make shitty movies like Mr. Avary.

Inception

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN
Man, I really am sorry about Batman Begins.

CAMERON SHEA
Fuck you, du. That movie sucked so much ass. What the fuck happened to you?

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN
I did make The Prestige since then. And The Dark Knight.

CAMERON SHEA
I'm sorry, Nolan. You'll have to do better than that.

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN
Okay, okay. Check this movie out. It stars Leonardo DiCaprio.

CAMERON SHEA
Are you fucking kidding me? That guy couldn't act his way out of a nutsack. What the fuck are you trying to pull?

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN
Just shut the fuck up and watch it, you pessimist.

CAMERON SHEA
Okay, okay. Lessee, here.

*148 minutes later*

CAMERON SHEA
*cums* Fuck, man. I love blowjobs. This is the best you've done since Memento.

CHRISTOPHER NOALAN
I know you do, Cameron. I do, too.

CAMERON SHEA
Shit, du. I forgive you.




148 minutes of fuck yes.
FUCK YES.

ASS TO MOUTH. ASS TO MOUTH. ASS TO MOUTH.

"You thought it would be sexy, but you just can't seem to get that taste of shit out of your mouth."

Pretty much.

I'm a sucker for awful things. They make me laugh to no end. I know this. You know this.
I heard about this movie from Mikey Porter. He told me he wanted to review it, but never ended up getting around to it. Regardless, he figured it would be GodBox material.

So, I bite.

"What the fuck's a The Human Centipede?" I says, I says.

And he says, he says, "it's a movie about some guy who gets off to the idea of making a giant centipede out of people by sewing them ass to mouth. Ass to mouth. Ass to mouth." Or something like that.

I wuz wall like.

"Wut."

And he wuz all like.

"Jah."

So, I immediately downloaded it. I don't know what I was expecting, but I guess it was something along the lines of retarded violence, and something to laugh at while I intoxicate myself. And I, uh, guess I was kind of right? Kind of?

I'm not sure what you can expect from a movie like this. The movie first gives you a glimpse of the crazy doctor with the fetish. He captures a truck driver while he's taking a shit after touching himself to his picture of The Dog Centipede, which will probably end up being a prequel.

The film then cuts to these annoying girls. And I'm not generally annoyed by people in movies. The people who would annoy me the most in real life are generally my favorite characters. The bad acting, shrill voices and retarded nature of these girls will have you saying "I can't wait until your mouth is sewn to somebody's anus," before you make it ten minutes in. I assure you.

The thing about this film, is it doesn't really have anywhere to go. Once they're captured, it's decided that the trucker isn't a match. So, he is killed. He goes out and finds an azn, who doesn't speak his language. He just screams constantly in Japanese. Which is funny to me.

The procedure is explained. While the doctor puts the first two to sleep, the dumb bitch at the end attempts to escape for the first time in the two days she's been there. And guess what. It works. She runs away, then decides she needs to go back. Okay, smart. Instead of getting the cops over there as quickly as possible, she plans to go back in wearing nothing but a night gown, injured, to save her friend. Fuck the azn, by the way, he's on his own.

It isn't going to take a rocket scientist to tell you that this fails. Hard. And for insubordination, the bitch who tried to escape gets the middle, which, apparently is the worst position.

The humans are grafted together, and the doctor couldn't get any hornier when the frontman azn has to shit. Basically, he spends the rest of the film training the centipede like a dog, and trying to keep the cops away.

Does it work? Do you want to know? Do you even give a shit?

The ass end gets sick. Cops start hounding the doctor. The centipede is trying to escape. Confrontation. The azn frontman kills himself. The ass end dies of infection. The doctor and the cops kill each other.

And the dumb slut who could have escaped and saved everyone a lot of time and effort is left to silently consider this, sewn ass to mouth with two corpses.

I can't really imagine this piece of shit working out any other way.

Why did I watch this? Why did I write this? Because I'm a sick fuck? No. Blame Mikey Porter. Blame Mikey Porter and boo him.

Boooo, Mikey Porter. Boo.

Evelyn, Evelyn.

Back when I was thirteen, someone I was once friends with recommended I read a book series. This is back when AR was a factor in my life, and well, I figured why the fuck not. The book series was called A Series of Unfortunate Events, which would later spawn a godawful film that we won't discuss, and I'll pretend never existed.
Anyway, I never finished the book series. I got maybe ten books in and went to high school and forgot all about it.
Why is this relevant?
Simple, Watson. This series had a unique feel to it. The most horrible things would happen in such silly ways that it brought me a very unique kind of joy. One that I haven't experienced since then. Until now.

That isn't to say that I feel as though this was ripped off, or even inspired. However, they both have a really unique quality that greatly appeals to me. And makes me cum in my pants.

Amanda Palmer is a g. I'm just going to say it.

I would rate this album a Fuck Yes.

Smile for the camera, Evelyn.