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Set in the Nazi-controlled, northern Italian state of Salo in 1944, four dignitaries round up sixteen perfect specimens of youth and take them together with guards, servants and studs to a palace near Marzabotto. In addition, there are four middle-aged women: three of whom recount arousing stories whilst the fourth accompanies on the piano. The story is largely taken up with their recounting the stories of Dante and De Sade: the Circle of Manias, the Circle of Shit and the Circle of Blood. Following this, the youths are executed whilst each libertine takes his turn as voyeur. Written by
Essential Bibliography: Roland Barthes: 'Sade, Fourier, Loyola' (Editions du Seuil); Maurice Blanchot: "Lautréamont et Sade' (Editions de Minuit; in Italy Dedalo Libri); Simone de Beauvoir: 'Faut-il brûler Sade' (Editions Gaimard); Pierre Klossowski: 'Sade mon prochain, le philosophe scélérat' (Editions du Seuil; in Italy SugarCo Edizioni); Philippe Sollers: 'L'écriture et l'experience des limites' (Editions du Seuil) See more »
Nearly 30 years after its release, 'Salò' continues to enjoy, if that is the word I want, a reputation as a pinnacle of depravity, and thus draws to it both the blood-lusting 'Mondo Cane' crowd, simply interested in being shocked for its own sake, and fans of shock auteurs like Von Trier, Cronenberg, Greenaway et al., who like to look for beauty beneath grotesque surfaces. But both types of viewers will be disappointed to find that the most shocking thing about 'Salò' is how dull it is. Can this film really have raised eyebrows that much in the post-Warhol, post-Waters seventies? Today, its parade of filth and violence actually seems rather tame. You need to have the stomach for it, but it's hardly mind-blowingly horrible.
So, having dealt with 'Salò's' shock elements, I would now move on to its artistic qualities, only there really aren't any. Pasolini's technique is ham-fisted here, reminding one even more of Doris Wishman than of Warhol/Morrissey or Waters, and the content consists of a single thesis statement ('Fascism is bad'). Hardly an idea anybody would argue with, but not exactly profound either. Even as propaganda it's extremely weak--never elaborated in particularly imaginative or interesting or convincing ways. It's like one panel of a none-too-intelligent political cartoon stretched very thin over a two-hour period. Well, here's another rape . . . oh, look, some sh*t-eating . . . well, more torture. Ho hum. 0 out of 10.
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