I watch a lot of art movies. I'm an avid reader. I don't shock easily. No matter the genre, metaphors, artistic expression & cinematic poetry cinema is a sacred mana. (Post pandemic - I can't wait to get back to my local art house cinema!) The beauty of disgust & the disgust of beauty are not lost on me. But this bloviate tripe meant to shock with anything it could ponder was boring. I've read the book by De Sade. It's massive, vivid & exhausting, but never boring. I will concede this excessiveness may work for others... But i don't need to be beaten with a defiled club to understand such themes. And those who need this film, those whom this is meant for, will never ever watch such fair because of its heavy handed offense. 1/10 because zero isn't allowed.
Review of Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom
