In Nick Palumbo's debut movie Nutbag, a screwed-up serial killer at work in Las Vegas (Mack Hail) attempts to bore horror film viewers to death by delivering 80 minutes of badly written, introspective dialogue, only stopping to off chesty bimbos in spectacularly unconvincing fashion, or to pet his tarantula Heinrich.
Hail, an imposing, broad-shouldered figure with a mean glare and shaven head, certainly looks as though he is a few sandwiches short of a picnic, but he lacks the necessary acting chops to convincingly portray a multiple murderer, delivering his lines in a flat, monotonous manner that I imagine is meant to convey the emotionless state of the killer, but which, in reality, has the numbing effect of a heavy sedative.
Four years after he made Nutbag, director Palumbo gave the horror world Murder-Set-Pieces, another film about a crazed killer; that film succeeded by shocking viewers with an endless gallery of nasty OTT gore (provided by the talented Toe Tag FX team). Nutbug's kill scenes, however, are laughably amateurish, with several stabbings that seem to utilise a joke-shop knife (you know... the type that has a retractable blade), and a really bad throat slashing featuring a patently obvious prosthesis.
Admittedly, Nutbag isn't an entirely worthless experience (for blokes, at any rate) since it does feature an endless parade of skin from a series of hot, nekkid chicks. All I can say is that it's a good job for Palumbo that a city like Vegas has no shortage of big breasted strippers desperate to become famous, because without the gratuitous nudity, his film would be totally unwatchable.
Hail, an imposing, broad-shouldered figure with a mean glare and shaven head, certainly looks as though he is a few sandwiches short of a picnic, but he lacks the necessary acting chops to convincingly portray a multiple murderer, delivering his lines in a flat, monotonous manner that I imagine is meant to convey the emotionless state of the killer, but which, in reality, has the numbing effect of a heavy sedative.
Four years after he made Nutbag, director Palumbo gave the horror world Murder-Set-Pieces, another film about a crazed killer; that film succeeded by shocking viewers with an endless gallery of nasty OTT gore (provided by the talented Toe Tag FX team). Nutbug's kill scenes, however, are laughably amateurish, with several stabbings that seem to utilise a joke-shop knife (you know... the type that has a retractable blade), and a really bad throat slashing featuring a patently obvious prosthesis.
Admittedly, Nutbag isn't an entirely worthless experience (for blokes, at any rate) since it does feature an endless parade of skin from a series of hot, nekkid chicks. All I can say is that it's a good job for Palumbo that a city like Vegas has no shortage of big breasted strippers desperate to become famous, because without the gratuitous nudity, his film would be totally unwatchable.