Fast forward to the 1980s: a college girl is sunbathing on the grass as a figure stalks about the trees. We've seen this before: the figure will turn out to be a voyeuristic groundskeeper or a dimwitted boyfriend, but not the killer. You can rest assured there probably won't be another kill for at least twenty or thirty minutes... in other movies. In Pieces, however, the figure leaps from the bushes and lops her head off with a chainsaw. In broad daylight no less.
Let's examine one of the best poster lines of all time: "Pieces... it's exactly what you think it is." More accurately, for fans of 80s slasher flicks, it's exactly what we want it to be. Aging TV actors? Check. Hilariously stilted dialogue? Double-check. Thrills per minute? Check, check, and triple-check. All this with a heavy pinch of the Italian horror music.
With great special effects and an unwillingness to pan away, it's one of the rare movies which lives up to its scuzzy promotional materials. That alone deserves accolades. Easily the purest and most enjoyable gore movie I've featured since Blood Rage.