Shrink-wrapped and shiny, it was love at first sight. A few years previous, on a Californian trip, I had managed to track down this little obscurity. When I finally decided that I would allow my long-running curiosity get the better of me and actually sat down to explore Nick Palumbo’s upmarket version of his 2000 prototype Nutbag, I came a cropper in spectacular fashion. It shares many similarities, none more than the actual subject matter although it is a far less coherent narrative, not that Driller Killer was entirely conventional. Audio repetition plays a large part as it did in Ferrera’s movie, but thankfully not the same sorry tune on perpetual loop. Ironically, Murder Set Pieces is not actually that far departed from Abel Ferrera’s study of accelerating madness. Nevertheless it got British Parliament all hett up and, before you could say the words “I don’t think the cord will stretch that far”, it was public enemy number one. Far from the meanest nasty, it only featured flashes of grue, most of which were exhibited on its video sleeve. In the case of Driller Killer it really was a whole mass of nothing in particular. This particular flick is beyond reprehensible and pushes the envelope as far as it possibly can, with no regard for anyone but itself. There’s normally one particular film every generation which courts more controversy than each of its contemporaries and is reviled that little bit more than any other.
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