T.H.C II

Tom Six has a fantastic eye for creepy character actors; Dieter Laser as Dr. Heiter in the first and Laurence R. Harvey as disturbed loner Martin in this installment of the man/insect fecal fest. Laurence Harvey is amazing as the bug-eyed protagonist, an abused loser who…ok, he’s a psychopath, and not in the Ted Bundy charismatic sort of way. Martin is borderline
mentally challenged, the beauty is he has zero lines in the entire movie; a feat more impressive since he’s in every scene. It’s his perverse presence that makes this film amazing. Where T.H.C lacked in gore, this one delivers, but it’s almost unnecessary. The point was to make it more brutal, since Martin isn’t a doctor, his centipede is far more crude and thus, much scarier. His centipede is much bigger, because it is a total labor of love, so much so that he has to profess his love for it, so to speak. The mood is right; the story is consistent, if not even comical at times, but it’s the characters, not the story that makes this film. So, I’m torn; not a fantastic film, but perfect casting of caricatures of real, real disturbed people. Look for the ode to, Schindler’s List, according to Six.