For a bold exploration of human sexuality in it's most raw, potentially honest way, it is way too political. For a critique of establishment and power, it tries too much to declare them. Nevertheless, both aspects are fairly questioned and nicely intervened, as exploitation never becomes an end in itself, even with it's harsh climax.
Bare life, banality of evil, state of exception, society of the spectacle...I could drop a myriad number of tropes from continental philosophy. But the only thing I can definitively say about this film is that Pasolini approaches the subject matter in the most tasteful way imaginable which, in turn, makes it all the more terrifying.
Sometimes good art is rough. And watchers....this movie is rough. Rough to watch, stomach, and to understand. I think I need to see this a little later in life to possibly get more out of it. Not for everyone, but give it a try. Pasolini is brave and talented. No one can ever claim otherwise.
Power can assume both productive and destructive manifestations through facilitation. The facilitation of power within Salò cannot be described as a homogeneous or static force. This is a pivotal film that serves to flay power to its most foundational sinews within human interaction and historical development.
I may just be desensitized but to me this is the blackest comedy ever put on celluloid. The libertines are so looney- tunes level crazy and the violence and happenings feel so artificial. Now the end gets a bit disturbing...but the giant phony penises...come on.
Honestly, I know the director put a lot of thoughts in it sonce he is one of the main representatives of Italian School of critical philosophy. And the shots are just perfect, every scene is just the way it should be. But I couldn't make it to the end, I still need to grow older and tougher for that.
Perhaps, not the best way to show the horrible side of humans. It is hard to watch, even if the shot is perfect, all these pictures are unsubtly nauseus. No wonder why Italy, no wonder why M. F. de Sade wrote a novel in Bastille. Shakes. and pukes, though, makes me thinking.