
What writer and director Nick Palumbo has done is create a set of characters so horrifically believable, but so terribly interesting, it’s nearly impossible to turn your head away. “Murder-Set-Pieces” is so violent I actually felt like I was going to throw up a few times, and I have seen just about everything. I know I’m a girl, but that still means something). It’s directed impeccably, and it’s definitely, no holds barred, the most brutal and graphic film I’ve ever seen (that includes porn and all horror films. That’s why “Murder-Set-Pieces” is about to blow everyone’s minds. Indie films like “August Underground’s Mordum” have been so intent on showing bloodshed and gore that they lack any substance and, therefore, carry little credit in the festival circuit, or among other filmmakers. Recently, theatrical shockers like High Tension and Saw have practically hit the threshold of the level of violence audiences will stomach. Violence has been popular subject matter for indie films in the past year.


I cannot stress enough how shocking and unsettling “Murder-Set-Pieces” is, and how terribly moved I was, in a terrible way. “Murder-Set-Pieces” is so much more violent and so much better than anything I’ve seen before in the genre. Usually films of this caliber violence are hack jobs or wannabe snuff films with no real message, characters, or goals other than to kill naked w****s in front of a camera.
