The acting is pathetic, which is fine, I guess, considering respectable actors were probably few and far between. Instead of being understated and reserved, Palumbo piles on the theatrics, which usually involves The Photographer acting like a 30 year-old baby while drenched in blood.
While MSP wants to be shocking and disturbing and oh-my-God gruesome, it does so in the most ham-fisted way. Which brings me to the core of the problem. As a true horror picture, it falls well short of the mark. As a brainless exploitation film, it's not bad at all. Some of the gore is truly cringe-worthy, though most of the violence is ruined by bad acting, horrible editing, and an apparent two-page script. To use a tired phrase, they are masters at the top of their game, delivering things on-screen that you'd be hard-pressed to find elsewhere. Toe Tag Pictures provides the on-screen carnage, and it's truly the only reason to see the film. In that aspect, Palumbo delivers the goods.and then some. The kind of fan that likes more squishiness than story or dialogue. In this case, Palumbo wanted to cater to the hardcore horror crowd, the kind of fan that enjoys their meat bloody as hell. And in order to achieve this, he'll do anything to please you. Murder-Set-Pieces is like that dopey kid in school who wants so bad to be liked by everyone. Now that it's available on DVD, I've decided to give the film another shot. In other words, Murder-Set-Pieces was literally covered with the stink of Palumbo.
In fact, it pissed me off, enough to taint my initial viewing to the point that all I could think about during the film was how much I depised ol' Nick and his lackeys. Being the message board whore that I am, I was very frustrated with the onslaught of goons, thugs, and morons Fright Flix and Nick Palumbo used to create a positive buzz about their film. When I first saw Murder-Set-Pieces last year, I didn't give it a fair shot.
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