I hated Feed, but I hope I don’t come across as marring your review or interpretation of the movie. I reread the review along with your comments, and I think your line of thinking about the movie is quite interesting. Did you write that essay? All I’m saying is that I really did not like Feed.

I do believe the film was meant to be gratuitously shocking, and on that level the film succeeds admirably. You are also right that if the movie had been deeper I would object to it less strenuously, and might have even enjoyed it. I’m fascinated with the extremities of the human condition. I can deal with perversity.

My problem is that I do not think the film rises above its shock value. It tries by making the “villain” the stock character of the charming, intelligent psychopath. Except, as this film has no depth, he’s not. He’s a bad argument written by a less than stellar screenwriter.

So this film is essentially a geek show. It’s deliberately repulsive, something I usually celebrate if there is more to it than “Look! So gross!”

Clearly, this movie points to larger societal problems, mainly the extremity of sexual perversion. The movie starts with a castration/cannibalism scene that is a direct pull from actual events. And as you point out, there are other issues that can be explored here, such as the phenomenon of morbid obesity, or the soul-damaging ennui of the hardcore porn addict. (Did you know there is an entire sub-genre of porn dedicated to people eating tiny Smurf-sized women?)

There is a wealth of disturbing concepts here, enough to make a truly horrifying movie. Unfortunately, Feed is not that film. It’s an exploitation flick, a shameless cash-grab (but for whose money?).

Then again, it’s sparked this conversation, so maybe it’s not as bad as all that. I still don’t ever want to see it again.

The Human Centipede.

More specifically, any movie in which a sufficiently gross or sadistic concept is considered an acceptable substitute for basic plot and characterization (never mind thoughtfulness of any sort). If we’re determined to be dumb as a society, we might as well be dumb and prosocial, rather than dumb and antisocial.

The more I think about it, the more I become aware of what a broad subject we are dealing with. We could touch upon anything from the Roman Colosseum to Mel Brook’s famous explanation of the strange duality between comedy and tragedy: “Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.” Perhaps we can lay the groundwork for an analysis here in this forum by commencing a discussion. What aspects of society finding entertainment in the misery or misfortune of others intrigue or appall you the most?

Readers?

I watched…I said, Meh, it was OK.

I have to wonder if whether A) you object to the movie because you think that the morbidity in FEED was simply there to be a gratuitously shocking, or B) had the film been deeper, you still would have objected to it because this particular form of the grotesque is the one that makes you wince?

That out of the way, I want to make it clear that I follow no agenda of being a cheerleader for the movie. I would be reviewing conventional horror, sci-fi and surrealism but this is a site for weird movies. I personally liked it in spite of the grotesque scenes because it it was the first movie I had seen in a while that held my attention. I wanted to see where the mystery was headed, what the full nature of it was, and what would happen. I favored it because it snagged my imagination. I derive enough enjoyment from having my thought process stimulated that I tend to generously overlook flawed filmmaking.

You are right in your “evil genius” observation. However had the villain been a boring nerd, he would not have gotten away with his scheme long enough for Detective Jackson to notice him. Also, Jackson needed an opponent who was amoral and resourceful, or there wouldn’t have been sustainable conflict. I don’t think that anybody but a perverted psychopath would feed fat women to death, sexually exploit them and take bets on their life expectancy.

I do suspect that O’Loughin needed an idea for a suspense thriller and that to make it creepy, he used a grotesque fetish. With that in mind, I have two defenses and two criticisms of FEED.

A) It made me question who has these sick fetishes and why. B) The film did call attention to the enigma of morbidly obese people wanting to be enabled to eat themselves to death. One has to presume that their enablers may be getting a sick thrill from the endeavor, because these victims would be unable to secure food on their own once they become immobile, or too fat to get through the bedroom door.

Are the feeders titillated by the gainers’ conditions, or do they enjoy being depended on and having power over the gainers? They must take some sort of morbid delight in what they are doing because they have to tend to the gainers’ sanitary needs, which I understand, are quite spectacular. You don’t want to know the details, trust me. Just be glad the movie didn’t go into that area.

Having thought about your response, I now have these criticisms of FEED: A) Writers Thompson and O’Loughlon missed a chance to actually explore what kind of people are so bored with conventional sex and pornography that they seek stimulation in the grotesque. Just who the hell masturbates to crushing videos for instance? B) What type of callous mentality is amoral enough to exploit deformities and severe character flaws such as overeating, for entertainment profit (besides true freak shows, and Sally Jesse Raphael?) I don’t want a morality play, but the film missed a chance to be a deeper, more interesting commentary about these personalities.

This entire concept draws my attention to the cultural phenomenon of deriving entertainment from the sick shortcomings of others, as evidenced by the popularity of trashy TV tabloid shows. Along these lines, you have given me an idea for an essay, because I can think of additional forums that capitalize on society’s interest in the misfortune and misery of others. Perhaps 366Weird Movies will let me post such an essay here. In the meantime, see if you can find any flaws in my analysis and get back to me. I will be happy to explore the phenomenon further with you.

I’m sympathetic to movies that cross all bounds of good taste, but I found this one sickening and insulting to boot. The “bad guy” was meant to be one of those evil geniuses like Se7en or (shudder) Saw, but he was clearly a deficient dream of the writer.

I hated this film, and I don’t use the word “hate” lightly.

The only good thing I can say about this movie is that the fat suit that lady wore was very convincing.