Pieces
Italy/Spain 1983.
Director: Juan Piquer Simon
Cast: Lynda Day George, Christopher George, Paul Smith

You don't have to go to Texas for a chainsaw massacre. Nope, Spain will do just fine. Pieces is a classic of classics from the golden age of video nasties. It hasn't aged well, though, and watching it today it looks just stupid. It's in fact so damn stupid that you can't do anything but adore its Spanish director J.P Simon, the master behind the more accessible Slugs and The Rift, for getting away with it.

For those who haven't seen it, the film starts with a scene famous by now, where a little boy kills his mother with an axe just because he isn't allowed to play with his porno-puzzle. Back to present day the boy, now an adult, kills lots of schoolgirls and uses parts of their bodies to recreate his mother (thus the title). In one wonderful scene, a young girl steps into an elevator. But she doesn't notice that the large man who steps in after her hides a huge chainsaw behind his back. Bad luck, girly. Off the arm goes. There's much more, but you just have to see for yourself. It's not much talk (in spite of four writers) but it's much to look at. Lynda Day George for example. Even though she doesn't do much more than lie tied into a chair or play tennis. Paul H. Smith (the fat guard in Midnight Express) shows up as an angry gardener raising some hell. Too bad the planned and much talked about sequel Two Pieces never appeared.


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