In what must truly be one of the biggest *facepalm* moments of my life, I have managed to injure my tail.
I have now successfully defeated millennia of evolution by damaging a useless set of bones – by slipping and falling down a flight of stairs with everything else intact. My doctor seemingly derived sadistic pleasure in mouthing out “Fell…on…buttocks…and…injured…tailbone” as he wrote out my prescription, despite my mumbled protestations that a chemist did not need to know that. More depressing – for the whole of humanity, that is – is that there’s even a medical term for this (somewhat common?) ailment. You’d think that somewhere between chemotherapy and Band-Aid doctors would figure out a solution for vestigial body parts.
Bear with me on this one. All this talk of human anatomy has reminded me of the sickest, grossest film trailer idea of all time. This is from a film called The Human Centipede, directed by the funnily-named director Tom Six. I suggest you not to click on the previous link, nor watch the following embedded trailer. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m serious. Don’t watch it.
There, there. Go back to the wash basin and wait to see if you’ll puke a bit more before coming back to your computer.
The reason why I call it merely a film trailer idea because the actual film doesn’t expand much on the ‘plot’ beyond the trailer at all. It pains me to use such a term for something so crassly glorifying human torture, but the movie is merely boring. A trailer stretched out to fill a feature-length film time.
Terrifyingly, Tom Six is planning a sequel – which he promises will be grosser. What a facepalm movie it’ll be.