"This is just wrong."

So there I was, resolved in my purpose to dig a little deeper into horror's past, to offer consideration on films long forgotten, to rehash some classics, when Netflix had to go and drop The Human Centipede III (Final Sequence).

As a longtime fan of sewing people's lips to other people's buttholes, I had to put my plans aside and watch this 2015 film by writer/director Tom Six immediately. I was not disappointed.  

Dieter Laser, who you might recognize as the bad guy from the first Human Centipede movie, plays psychotic prison warden Bill Boss. Laurence R. Harvey, who you might recognize as the bad guy from the second Human Centipede movie, plays weaselly prison accountant Dwight Butler. Bree Olson, who you might recognize from a ton of Internet videos you wouldn't admit watching in polite company, plays Boss's ditzy secretary Daisy.

Boss is in charge of the rowdiest, most violent, prison in America, and he's tried everything to keep the inmates under control. He's tried breaking arms, he's tried peeling skins off faces, he's tried random castration,  and still the inmates give him no respect. The nightmares of being raped to death by them won't go away, and Governor Hughes (Eric Roberts) is breathing down his neck to get a handle in the place or he's fired. 

Boss finds a little solace in the simple pleasures of eating dried clitorises and having sex with his secretary, but he needs an idea, and Butler's got one for him -- how about stitching all the prisoners together, mouth-to-anus, just like in the Human Centipede films. 

They schedule a meeting with Six, who plays himself, to verify the medical accuracy of the experiments his films portray. Six shows up in a light brown suit and straw fedora, tours the facility, and throws up.

In case you haven't figured it out by now, this film is disgusting. It's true. I know you can't go anywhere and say anything is disgusting without some fanboy saying, "Pfft! That's nothing. What about Martyrs or A Serbian Film?" To those folks, I say, aren't you late for your court appointed therapy?  I'm talking about good, old-fashioned, gross-out fun, not deep, psychological scarring.

This installment in the trilogy is a lot goofier than the others, with exchanges in Boss's office reminiscent of John Waters's earlier works. Laser's characterization of Boss was especially fun, as he spouts obscenities in his thick German accent,  and struts around showing off his creation in the film's final sequence. He's comically creepy, not unlike Dennis Hopper's Frank Booth in Blue Velvet, or Christopher Walken in general.

In summary, I acknowledge Human Centipede III ( Final Sequence) is not everyone's cup of diarrhea, but it made me chuckle.