"Depraved, disgusting, misogynistic, ugly, and interminable, Murder-Set-Pieces is the lowest form of cinematic life, a movie so utterly degenerate it makes you wish that indie filmmakers had to prove a basic standard of decency in order to buy a camera."
-Village Voice
MURDER-SET-PIECES is currently open in NYC at the Village East Cinemas. Many of you will never get to see this horror flick. However, I dared experience the film, only showing at this one theater, on my birthday yesterday.
There is something truly beautiful about venturing out on a Sunday afternoon to see a grotesque, blood as all hell horror film only playing in the Village. Man, oh, man, this sort of thing used to be commo- to me, that's an amazing thought. While the DVD and video revolution has all but eliminated this practice, MURDER-SET-PIECES keeps it alive.
It's a movie will terrible writing, atrocious acting and no story other than the journeys of a modern Neo-Nazi photographer and his Oedipal eccentricities, which he excises by murdering women in Las Vegas. It's morally reprehensible, featuring very realistic and disgusting murder scenes and the debasement and abuse of real-life prostitutes and even children. It even features such iconography as Adolph Hitler and 9/11, plot strands that go nowhere.
And yet, it's a one of a kind. Genuinely sickening and scary, MURDER-SET-PIECES is soaked in blood and berefit of a concience, the type of film that makes even the hardest of movie watchers turn away.
And for that, I recommend it highly. If you are a big horror fan anywhere in NYC, it's your duty to support the grotesque, grimy, disgusting filmmaking of Nick Palumbo, who spent $2.2 million to bring this sickening tome to life.
Cameos include Tony Todd, Cerina Vincent and Gunnar Hansen.
Here's some pub from writer-director Nick Palumbo... I think he's full of shit, but whatever...
Hello. My name is Nick Palumbo. I am the producer/writer/director of the new
horror film “Murder-Set-Pieces”. It opens January 7th at NYC's City Cinemas
Village East. If you are taking the time to read this, I thank you. You’re
either a fan of horror, indie, controversy, or bored out of your mind. I’ll take
any reason and thank you again. “Murder-Set-Pieces” has sort of taken on a life
of its own. I’m sure by now you have heard the rumors: “director arrested by
police”, “Vegas police shut down film supposed ‘snuff’ film,”, “Technicolor and
Deluxe in Hollywood throw out and ban ‘Murder-Set-Pieces’”, “local children
‘kidnapped’ for underground horror flick-police make several arrests”, “the
slasher film that is too real”-(ad nauseum). Unfortunately for me, this is all
true. It sounds like a new version of “Blair Witch” to hype the film, but I’ll
repeat: it’s true. What was it about this film that affected so many people
during the production and post-production process? Why was Hollywood (I’ll be bold and say the most liberal city I have ever been to) so horrified by dailies without sound? Well, we may never know for sure,
but I have a pretty good idea. Bear with me for a moment. Living in America in
2004 is the best place to be in the world. We all know that. We also know that
indie horror films have been at the forefront of American Cinema since Tobe
Hooper unleashed his “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” in 1974. Every few years a
low-budget horror film seems to “break thru” to mainstream movie- goers. And we
read about these films making the festival circuit, getting a few good reviews,
a Lion’s Gate or Miramax picks it up and: you show up (yes, you, my fellow
filmmakers) and pay your ten bucks and you leave pissed off. “That was it?”,
you say to your girlfriend (who talked you into going in the first place) “Shit,
I could have made a better film in my sleep” Then, a year later you’ll read how
the director signed a three-picture deal, and he’s dating Paris Hilton, and: (shocker!) he really doesn’t like horror films! “I just wanted to break into the business, and I figured horror was a
cheap way to go, and I did it and now I want to move on!” I have seen this
scenario play out so many times that, well, I’m finally writing about it. The
people at the labs in L.A, the cops who broke down the doors to our set (guns
drawn-especially after what they saw), the crew members who walked off the set,
etc..etc…these people had never seen a REAL horror movie. Oh, it’s all fantasy,
it’s all made up, and (I wrote it on Final Draft-version 6) but…to them it’s
REAL. This serial killer I created is REAL. Why this reaction? Why this
disbelief? Why this hatred? Because I am REAL. Not a phony motherfucker, but a
lucky one, and true to myself. And I created my own reality. Being a cinephile
and a horror nut I needed to make a film that I would pay to see. So I got
lucky, I raised a ton of cash, (enough to shoot on 35mm) and made the film I wanted to pay to see. To say I was shocked by everyone’s reaction to the film is an understatement. Why can’t these people
feel what I feel? See what I see? Appreciate what I consider art? Why did
Lions Gate walk out of my film? Why? Why? Why? After a while and a near
nervous breakdown….why not??? They’re not me, and I’m not them. After a bit of
time, I realized something: the fans, the horror nuts, the indie lovers, the
art-house crowd, (the guy that got turned down in high school by the hot
blonde) they…haven’t seen it! There is hope, yet. Yes! Let’s take it to the
people! Let them decide. I’ve been called evil, misogynistic, a woman-hater,
child-abuser, been ostracized by my family and still: I am here. I made the
film I wanted and had final cut. It’s getting released in theatres without one
frame cut. (There is a Santa Clause, after all!) Did I set out to make the most
violent horror film ever made, to shock people and disgust people and have people hate me? Well, no. I set out to make what I (no one else) thought would be an entertaining, frightening thrill-ride that I would pay to see. End of story. Have I succeeded? Time will tell, but…we are here: you
and me. My fellow filmmakers and my art-house crowd. You may hate it, too. You
may hate me. You might find yourself getting angry or sick. You might walk out
of the theatre….or you might love it and want your picture taken with me. Either
way, I’ll be happy. Because you people are the REAL DEAL, and you are, well,
REAL. That’s all that matters. And I couldn’t be happier.
-Village Voice
MURDER-SET-PIECES is currently open in NYC at the Village East Cinemas. Many of you will never get to see this horror flick. However, I dared experience the film, only showing at this one theater, on my birthday yesterday.
There is something truly beautiful about venturing out on a Sunday afternoon to see a grotesque, blood as all hell horror film only playing in the Village. Man, oh, man, this sort of thing used to be commo- to me, that's an amazing thought. While the DVD and video revolution has all but eliminated this practice, MURDER-SET-PIECES keeps it alive.
It's a movie will terrible writing, atrocious acting and no story other than the journeys of a modern Neo-Nazi photographer and his Oedipal eccentricities, which he excises by murdering women in Las Vegas. It's morally reprehensible, featuring very realistic and disgusting murder scenes and the debasement and abuse of real-life prostitutes and even children. It even features such iconography as Adolph Hitler and 9/11, plot strands that go nowhere.
And yet, it's a one of a kind. Genuinely sickening and scary, MURDER-SET-PIECES is soaked in blood and berefit of a concience, the type of film that makes even the hardest of movie watchers turn away.
And for that, I recommend it highly. If you are a big horror fan anywhere in NYC, it's your duty to support the grotesque, grimy, disgusting filmmaking of Nick Palumbo, who spent $2.2 million to bring this sickening tome to life.
Cameos include Tony Todd, Cerina Vincent and Gunnar Hansen.
Here's some pub from writer-director Nick Palumbo... I think he's full of shit, but whatever...
Hello. My name is Nick Palumbo. I am the producer/writer/director of the new
horror film “Murder-Set-Pieces”. It opens January 7th at NYC's City Cinemas
Village East. If you are taking the time to read this, I thank you. You’re
either a fan of horror, indie, controversy, or bored out of your mind. I’ll take
any reason and thank you again. “Murder-Set-Pieces” has sort of taken on a life
of its own. I’m sure by now you have heard the rumors: “director arrested by
police”, “Vegas police shut down film supposed ‘snuff’ film,”, “Technicolor and
Deluxe in Hollywood throw out and ban ‘Murder-Set-Pieces’”, “local children
‘kidnapped’ for underground horror flick-police make several arrests”, “the
slasher film that is too real”-(ad nauseum). Unfortunately for me, this is all
true. It sounds like a new version of “Blair Witch” to hype the film, but I’ll
repeat: it’s true. What was it about this film that affected so many people
during the production and post-production process? Why was Hollywood (I’ll be bold and say the most liberal city I have ever been to) so horrified by dailies without sound? Well, we may never know for sure,
but I have a pretty good idea. Bear with me for a moment. Living in America in
2004 is the best place to be in the world. We all know that. We also know that
indie horror films have been at the forefront of American Cinema since Tobe
Hooper unleashed his “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” in 1974. Every few years a
low-budget horror film seems to “break thru” to mainstream movie- goers. And we
read about these films making the festival circuit, getting a few good reviews,
a Lion’s Gate or Miramax picks it up and: you show up (yes, you, my fellow
filmmakers) and pay your ten bucks and you leave pissed off. “That was it?”,
you say to your girlfriend (who talked you into going in the first place) “Shit,
I could have made a better film in my sleep” Then, a year later you’ll read how
the director signed a three-picture deal, and he’s dating Paris Hilton, and: (shocker!) he really doesn’t like horror films! “I just wanted to break into the business, and I figured horror was a
cheap way to go, and I did it and now I want to move on!” I have seen this
scenario play out so many times that, well, I’m finally writing about it. The
people at the labs in L.A, the cops who broke down the doors to our set (guns
drawn-especially after what they saw), the crew members who walked off the set,
etc..etc…these people had never seen a REAL horror movie. Oh, it’s all fantasy,
it’s all made up, and (I wrote it on Final Draft-version 6) but…to them it’s
REAL. This serial killer I created is REAL. Why this reaction? Why this
disbelief? Why this hatred? Because I am REAL. Not a phony motherfucker, but a
lucky one, and true to myself. And I created my own reality. Being a cinephile
and a horror nut I needed to make a film that I would pay to see. So I got
lucky, I raised a ton of cash, (enough to shoot on 35mm) and made the film I wanted to pay to see. To say I was shocked by everyone’s reaction to the film is an understatement. Why can’t these people
feel what I feel? See what I see? Appreciate what I consider art? Why did
Lions Gate walk out of my film? Why? Why? Why? After a while and a near
nervous breakdown….why not??? They’re not me, and I’m not them. After a bit of
time, I realized something: the fans, the horror nuts, the indie lovers, the
art-house crowd, (the guy that got turned down in high school by the hot
blonde) they…haven’t seen it! There is hope, yet. Yes! Let’s take it to the
people! Let them decide. I’ve been called evil, misogynistic, a woman-hater,
child-abuser, been ostracized by my family and still: I am here. I made the
film I wanted and had final cut. It’s getting released in theatres without one
frame cut. (There is a Santa Clause, after all!) Did I set out to make the most
violent horror film ever made, to shock people and disgust people and have people hate me? Well, no. I set out to make what I (no one else) thought would be an entertaining, frightening thrill-ride that I would pay to see. End of story. Have I succeeded? Time will tell, but…we are here: you
and me. My fellow filmmakers and my art-house crowd. You may hate it, too. You
may hate me. You might find yourself getting angry or sick. You might walk out
of the theatre….or you might love it and want your picture taken with me. Either
way, I’ll be happy. Because you people are the REAL DEAL, and you are, well,
REAL. That’s all that matters. And I couldn’t be happier.



