She works with Kendall and together their detective work leads them to believe the killer may be a member of the schoolвЂ™s faculty due to a clear knowledge of police whereabouts and activity. Mary (Lynda Day George), a former tennis player turned cop, is sent to the campus to go undercover and investigate. Turns out he wasnвЂ™t lying because the murders continue, with one girl losing her arms in an elevator, another getting exceptionally wet when the killer slices her up on a waterbed, while yet another nubile co-ed gets bisected in the showers. But he swears he had nothing to do with the crime. Instead, like any rational innocent man, Willard goes on a rampage, punching cops left and right before finally surrendering once a gun is held to his head. The cops show up very quickly and Willard calmly explains he did nothing wrong. He also sees Willard, who is standing awfully close to that big, bloody chainsaw. When her would-be lover, Kendall (Ian Sera), arrives on the scene he finds her chopped up body, minus one torso. And again, sheвЂ™s hacked up with a chainsaw. Later that night, another girl is killed, this time in the gym swimming pool. Nearby, Willard (Paul Smith), a brick shithouse of a man who looks about as guilty as they come, is tending to the school grounds with вЂ“ you guessed it вЂ“ a chainsaw. The Dean (Edmund Purdom) informs them there were no witnesses to the crimeвЂ¦ and that the girlвЂ™s head is missing. Bracken (Christopher George), come to investigate the killing. His first victim вЂ“ who survived a totally random head-on collision with a giant mirror hours earlier вЂ“ is decapitated while studying in a secluded, grassy area. Cut to 40 years later, little Timmy is all grown up and continuing his murderous ways on a New England college campus. The cops arrive and find the youngster bloodied, hiding in the closet, and assume he managed to evade the killer. A mother catches her young son, Timmy (Alejandro Hernandez), putting together a puzzle of a nude woman and completely loses her shit, verbally taking his head off before the kid, now armed with an axe, literally takes off momвЂ™s head. Whether director Juan Piquer SimonвЂ™s film was done as a pastiche of the still-hot trend of slasher fare or he truly was playing it straight, there is no doubt this is exploitative cinema done right.Д«oston, 1942. The infamous tagline вЂњItвЂ™s exactly what you think it is!вЂќ вЂ“ along with the image of an oversized chainsaw looming above a woman lying prone on the floor вЂ“ implies viewers are in for 80-ish minutes of dismemberment and nudity вЂ“ and that is exactly what they get. What makes Pieces such an irresistibly entertaining film is the complete lack of subtext or pretense there is zero subtlety. Right from the opening frames, the audience was lapping up every bit of oozing excess, the unbridled violence and sexuality positively dripping off the screen. Few films play as well to a bloodthirsty, cheese-hungry, nudity-loving crowd. Mil Gritos Tiene La Noche) вЂ“ on a double bill with Torso (1973) вЂ“ at Los AngelesвЂ™ New Beverly Cinema several years ago. One of the greatest theatrical experiences I have had was catching a revival screening of Pieces (1982, a.k.a.

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