Review - The Human Centipede II

Why the eff not, may as well imbibe the sequel.

Without seeing part 1, I'm estimating that the intrinsic background needed to enjoy part 2 is a leap I can manage without a viewing.  That being:

Ass -> Mouth -> Ass -> Mouth... and so forth, yah?

Know why the girl at the front wouldn't eat the beans?  Because you can lead a human centipede to water but you can't make it drink.

I deduced that it was shot in B&W because eventually the blood/fecal matter splays would be too difficult to orchestrate, somehow?

There's a scene 1:14 into the film where the protagonist (is that the proper term for him?) finally has his ass-to-mouth centipede assembled, and succeeds in making the 12 people shit into each others mouths (cath-arse-is?).  And it makes him vomit.

Bwwwhaaaa?

Staple-gunning people's lips to other people's buttholes, snipping leg tendons, yanking out tonsils with pliers, crowbars to the head and other varied... let's call them "shenanigans of the wee-and-psychotic," are accompanied sans visceral reaction.  But this guy's bete noire is poop? 

Dude, everybody poops.

As evidence I could cite many movies worse than this.  It's torture porn, expect it.  You don't go to a Michael Bay film hopeing for some semblance of an original plot and witty repartee.