"You Don't Have To Go To Texas For A Chainsaw Massacre!" chides the tagline.
The poster even more pointedly assures "It's Exactly What You Think It Is!"
The clear implication is that Pieces offers all of the bad dialog, gratuitous nudity, and gory violence you're looking for, all in one sleazy package. Unlike most exploitation, though, this package mostly delivers. Even better, it does so with a charming lack of pretense.
Director Juan Piquer Simon knew what he was making here, and he doesn't let decorum get in the way. Legend has it that an actress lost control of her bladder while filming when a functioning chainsaw strayed too near. That shot made it into the film's final cut, a testament to the aesthetic of tacky, unrefined showmanship that makes Pieces great.
Director Simon once stated, "I don't know anyone who says 'I'm going to make a bad movie.' Nor do I know anyone who says 'I'm going to make a work of art' and makes it."
Somehow, Pieces manages to be both bad movie and work of art. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) may be the undisputed masterpiece, but Pieces earns its place in the chainsaw movie pantheon. By being devoid of delusions of grandeur and simply delivering what it promises, Pieces truly is exactly what you think it is.
Scope out Simon's equally gonzo Slugs (1988), as well!