Synopsis
It's exactly what you think it is!
A frustrated Boston detective searches for the maniac responsible for mutilating a number of university coeds.
1982 ‘Mil gritos tiene la noche’ Directed by Juan Piquer Simón
A frustrated Boston detective searches for the maniac responsible for mutilating a number of university coeds.
Pieces - Stunden des Wahnsinns, Le Sadique à la tronçonneuse, Der Kettensägenkiller, Τεμαχισμός, Kirakós, 碎片, Mil Gritos Tiene la Noche, O Terror da Serra Elétrica
Listen, I am here to tell you today that, and I don’t say this lightly, this is absolutely the greatest 80’s slasher of all time. I know that might be a bit of a bold horror statement to some, but you’ve got: B-movie power couple Christopher and Lynda Day George, exsquisite and abundant gore, awful dialogue, random kung fu interludes, chainsaw dismemberment, waterbed slashing, red herrings everywhere, aerobics dance numbers, a tennis pro turned cop turned undercover tennis pro, a shifty gardener, Edmond Purdom, and a cameo by an early 80’s Wendy’s drink cup and fry carton! WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED??
I will never ever get tired of this trashterpiece and it is the perfect choice for the final movie of Joe Bob’s Last Drive-In.
Bananameter: 🍌 “BASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRDDD!!!!! 🍌
side note: JBB’s explanation of the clones of Bruce Lee is also my new favorite thing.
"Well, I'm not a pathologist, but even a layman can see it was done with this." (points to extremely bloody chainsaw sitting right next to eviscerated body)
"Bastard! BASTARD!!!!!!! BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Or if you watch the highly recommended Spanish version on the Grindhouse Releasing blu:
"Bestia! BESTIA!!!!!! BESTIA!!!!!!!!!!!"
Pieces is without question one of most enjoyable and unforgettable films I have ever seen. I was ready to write a huge long winded review professing my undying love for Pieces and director Juan Piquer Simón but there really isn't anything else I can add that others haven't said already, so I'll just comment with this:
Juan Piquer Simón, I LOVE YOU.
I was prompted to revisit this bloody bag of goodies by Slugs, Juan Piquer Simón’s other cinematic trashterpiece, and man did it not disappoint. The most “giallo” that a non-giallo has ever been while simultaneously being an utterly dumpster-diving grindhouse extravaganza, Pieces is more than just a Boston-based yellow-chainsaw-wielding slasher piece where not a single person has a Boston accent (not even the cuawps!). At a point, it becomes so exploitative that you start to wonder if it might just be fully self-aware (it is), and it’s here that you begin to appreciate its full glory. Blood! Boobs! Limbs! Mommy issues! College coeds getting chopped into literal pieces! Bizarre product placement! A nonsensical final jump scare! Lynda Day George screaming…
A maniac is on the prowl. He's lurking over a New England college campus. He dresses like the Shadow. He sports a black hat, mask, pants, and shoes. He hides in the bushes. He enjoys stalking his prey. When the time is right, he pops out and uses a chainsaw to slice and dice his victims into small pieces. What's he trying to accomplish? Well, he's playing jigsaw puzzle. With each new victim, comes a new piece of his puzzle. Need some arms? Sure, no problem. Just go all Leatherface on a naked college Co-Ed. Yup, not just any puzzle, but a puzzle made with human body parts. When the bodies start piling up, the fun is just beginning, in…
Even though I saw this film 30 something years ago, this was like a first time watch for me. The Grindhouse Releasing Blu-ray is fantastic and the restoration looks great. After seeing Slugs last year, I'm convinced Juan Piquer Simón is one of the greats.
From imdb trivia: Because producer Dick Randall was simultaneously making kung-fu films in Rome, a cameo for a Bruce Lee imitator, Bruce Le, was written into this film, even though this scene makes no sense in the context of the rest of the film.
Grindhouse releasing Blu-ray:
SPECIAL FEATURES
– TWO complete versions of this shocking gore classic:
PIECES (83 min.) – the original, unrated U.S. theatrical version, presented in English
MIL GRITOS TIENE LA…
Nudie puzzles, chainsaw murders, horny teenagers, creepy gardeners, undercover tennis-cops, arbitrary kung-fu attacks and a lot of outlandish dialogue.
I came home from work to find a bunch of Arrow blu-rays laying on my doormat, including Pieces, so naturally I had to put this bizarre little movie on. This was actually one of the first cult movies I ever saw. Watching it back then felt very much like picking up a distorted transmission from some otherworldly dimension. I was baffled by it..
..and I frankly still am.
The most beautiful thing in the world is smoking pot and fucking on a waterbed, at the same time.
Utterly insane and wildly entertaining.
“Well Roger, my Dog of the Week is a reprehensible piece of sick trash called Pieces, a particularly grisly entry in the neverending line of mad slasher movies. The so-called ‘story’ is nothing but an excuse for grisly killings on a college campus, each more tasteless than the last. The studio wouldn’t send us a clip - maybe they were worried about word getting out - so all we can show you is this poster, which promises: ‘You don’t have to go to Texas for a chainsaw massacre.’ How clever. And what’s particularly vile about this picture, Roger, is how much it delights in the torture and murder of young women. It’s a trend we’ve seen all to often this…
"So I was slayed by a withering look ... who gives a shit"
Well that's all the proof I need about people who do jigsaws being homicidal killers!
* on a side note to anyone who's seen this masterpiece, what the hell was with Skateboarding Jenny, was her random death integral to the storyline and I missed it?
Gone but not forgotten R.I.P. 🛹◻️☠️
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Still don't love this, wish I did. Weirdly low-energy, with all its inept quirks and big moments lost among a glacial giallo pacing but lacking much of the style. Hilarious moments, sure, and it adds up to a weird concoction, but it's no comparison to Slugs.
Pieces is totally hardcore obsessed with like, four basic things: a) matching blue top/bottom separates, b) blood smears on floral prints. c) everyone in heels nearly all the time, especially during jazzercise and d) tucking sweaters into high-waisted jeans.
there is a lot of talk about how crazy this movie is but this exact plot could have been made at any point in the following decade by a major hollywood studio, directed by some reasonably famous director who had made some bold independent movies in the 70's and slowly declined into hackwork to pay for a de rigueur cocaine/cigarette-boat fueled midlife crisis and almost no one would remember had it been produced thusly. in fact i am shocked this was…
A delirious, uncanny exploitation gem that alternates between operating as an absurdist genre parody and the real (uncomfortably explicit and nasty) deal, and functionally not much more than a haphazard, gruesome assemblage of mutilated pieces of vague scenes you’ve seen before in grindhouse fare amplified for maximum hilarity and inscrutability. There’s not a single real human interaction in the entire thing, just moronically conceived stock characters that have been awkwardly dubbed, walking around the blatant Spain-as-Boston location work and nonsensically bumping into each other as you wait for the obligatory, disgusting, bad-taste Freudian sex-and-death punchline straight out of Maniac or Friday the 13th to occur. Love the extended scene of the unlit-cigar detective and the creepy, mustached anatomy professor standing…