Pieces… It’s exactly what you think it is!

Let the qoute from one of my favourite grindhouse websites be the comment on my yesterday’s movie:

To take Juan Piquer Simon’s Pieces at face value (as a slasher/giallo hybrid) is not to appreciate the true work of demented genius that it is. In recent years, Pieces has gained a pretty large cult following and I’m glad I had the chance to see it when I still hadn’t heard too much about it. There really is no way to describe it. I don’t mean in an Eraserhead kind of way, I mean in a holy-shit-I-can’t-believe-I-just-saw-that kind of way. Sure there are gorier, nastier films (Murder-Set-Pieces, August Underground), but Pieces has a sort of cheerful naivete that carries the film right from the screen in to your heart. Don’t believe me? Read on…