I’m going to hurl.
So, I will never be watching Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom ever again.
But, dammit it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t mention how phenomenal Pier Paolo Pasolini’s writing is!
But yeah; I got no satisfaction out of Salò, obviously, just torment—which I suppose is the point—and normally I don’t mind disturbing imagery in movies, but this felt more of like a repetitive practice of incidents than a gradual development of intuitive meanings.
I understand that these sorts of atrocities occurred during the era when fascist douchelords were running the show like a circus act and the second World War became a distraction amongst many other occurrences of desperation, but some events are written on paper rather than displayed on screen for a reason.
The bloodthirsty ambition of director Pier Paolo Pasolini and just the overall filmmaking supremacy brought to the table are impossible to ignore, however. I mean, people had to have committed like medal-winning Olympic champions to produce such…performances.
My achy-breaky-heart hated Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom but I…f***…admired it from a filmmaker’s point of view? I frankly just don’t want to talk about it anymore.
“Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom” is currently unavailable to stream but is now available to buy on DVD or Blu-Ray.