The dream team of writer/producer Dick "I Introduced Weng Weng to Western audiences" Randall, writer Joe "I know how to end a goddamn movie" D'Amato and director Juan Piquer "oh I dunno, SLUGS is pretty fun" Simon were incapable of producing anything but a mess together. Randall's shoddy kitchen sink approach to exploitation, D'Amato's lack of a firm grasp of English and tendency to go for tastelessness over logic, and Simon's apparent desire to inject actual artfulness on top of…
It IS Exactly What I Thought It Was (but so much more)
Still trying to process exactly what I watched here, but suffice to say that there were times where seeing someone skateboard into a giant mirror is pretty ho-hum compared to the other (murder) shenanigans going on. I'll never think about waterbeds in the same way again, and if I do, I'll send you a box of lollipops.
Who's the killer? Is it the dean?!?! ...the burly, squinting gardener?!?! ...the closeted anatomy professor?!?! ...the kung fu professor?!?!*
A nasty, Oedipal murder mystery that takes enough turns and trips down cul-de-sacs to throw off any actual sleuths, Pieces could be described as a hallucinatory mystery meat sandwich of Carpenter, Bava, and even a dash of De Palma -- I got a mean Angie Dickinson/Keith Gordon vibe from the undercover cop/tennis pro & campus lothario…
What a tremendous "piece" of prime Euro-trash!
A staple in the aisles of the video stores of my youth, PIECES was a film that eluded me all these years, which is fine because I think my 14-year old self would not have appreciated the campy charms this has to offer. This is a movie that immerses you immediately into its insanity and keeps you there throughout its run-time
At first, it was a tough go, but once I got into…
INT. SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - ELEVATOR SHAFT - NIGHT
Gorgeous (and anonymous) HEALTH NUT enters elevator. A threatening presence follows suit. THE SHADOW enters the lift, concealing a Chain Saw behind his back.
The ominous Shadow reaches for control panel. Selects floor number. Health Nut observes his get-up. A quick glance. None too subtle.
Shadow reaches for the "Emergency Stop". Lift halts.
Wha...what are you doing?*
The Shadow reveals his Chain Saw -- the only phallus he ever…
This chainsaw massacre might not be a particularly well-made movie, even by the standards of the serial killer genre, but it’s too entertaining to discount. The unrepentant, gory nastiness and sheer inevitability of the plotting (the frequent returns to the killer’s incomplete puzzle tell us all we need to know) make up for a lack of suspense. The ultimate reveal of the movie, as gross and shocking as it might be, really is just the cherry top of a feature-length excursion into gleeful sadism.
Competent mean spirited horror chiller from Spain. The police mostly watches around while the deranged killer walks with a chainsaw through a college campus chopping female students to pieces. Some very good gruesome killing scenes (more films should feature waterbed kills), even if the film never becomes very substantial or stylish beyond those moments. Co-written under pseudonym by Joe D'Amato which explains the film ultimate sick perspective.
Legendario Splatter Made in Spain, no es una gran peli pero no por ello debemos mandar al olvido a un pionero como Juan Piquer Simón.
«Existe la mentalidad, aquí en España, de que sólo podemos rodar películas con tipos con boina o cine comprometido. Nos está vedado rodar películas de aventuras, de terror u otro género, terreno reservado exclusivamente a los cineastas anglosajones»
J.P. Simón (1994)
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Bad chop suey.
Good gore, nice kills, cheesy voiceover.