Sven Garrett is The Photographer, a Nazi nut-job who is as proficient with his cut-throat razor as he is with his camera: when he's not taking pictures of naked babes, he's slitting their throats. His girlfriend, a pretty hairdresser, is none the wiser, but her younger sister Jade (Jade Risser) senses that all is not right with the Teutonic lens-man and decides to investigate...
Ever since it first hit the horror scene in 2004, Nick Palumbo's Murder-Set -Pieces has been the cause of much controversy; this has been less to do with the content of the film, and more to do with endless (and rather shameless) promotion from its makers (an act commonly known as 'shilling'). M-S-P's supporters claim it to be the ultimate in gruelling, no-holds-barred gory terror, whilst its naysayers, fed-up with having the film shoved down their throats, have labelled it as worthless crap.
I would say that neither is an accurate description: I've seen plenty of films that are easily as harsh (if not moreso), and loads that are less worthy of a viewing. If anything, Palumbo and pals are simply guilty of trying too hard.
As M-S-P piles on the excess, in an effort to tick as many boxes in the extreme movie-making checklist as possible, it becomes increasingly more ridiculous. Nazis (check!), explicit gore (check!), child murder (check!), misogynistic psycho (check!), lesbians (check!) chainsaw mayhem (check!), rape (check!), necrophilia (check!) full frontal nudity (check!): Palumbo has obviously never heard that less can sometimes be more.
But what works against the film on one level, works FOR it on another: as a serious study of psychotic behaviour, M-S-P is a complete failure, but, as a demented exercise in gloriously OTT nastiness, it is a definite success.
Garret is absolutely priceless as the muscle-bound maniac who murders women because he believes them all to be worthless whores; what he lacks in acting ability, he sure makes up for in enthusiasm, and he willingly does whatever is required of him to make Palumbo's vision a reality, whether it be chewing on a limbless torso, chainsawing a woman's head, killing a little girl, or receiving head from a head (which has been removed from the rest of the body). In the cinematic psycho stakes, he's no Michael Rooker or Joe Spinell, but he certainly gives it all he's got!
Aside from Garret, the majority of the remaining cast can pretty much be divided into two categories: silicone chested bimbos willing to strip for a few minutes of screen time; and familiar faces from the genre, including Tony 'Candyman' Todd, Gunnar 'Leatherface' Hansen, Ed 'The Hitchhiker' Neal, current horror hottie Cerina Vincent, and August Underground's Fred Vogel. The naked ladies are all game girlsmost willing to be degraded and mutilated on-screen for the sake of 'art'whilst the seasoned horror professionals add extra entertainment value with some fun cameos (Todd, in particular, is a hoot, as a * store clerk who messes with the wrong customer).
M-S-P can also be praised for some excellent gore, courtesy of the Toe Tag team (of which Vogel is a member). The bloodletting in this film is consistently good, with vicious stabbings, juicy throat slashings, body parts aplenty, and the delightfully gruesome 'chainsaw to the head' effect.
With a less than perfect script, and a patchy performance from its lead, it's easy to see why horror fans got a little twitchy when this film was compared to the likes of Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer. But for those looking for a sexy, sick, silly and sordid sleaze-fest, I think that Murder-Set-Pieces deserves a goregardless of how you feel about its creators and their dubious promotional methods.