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Rating: We are all a bit victims and a bit executioners
Dogs and bitches, all naked
On all fours on the luxurious parquet of a villa
More beautiful and cleaner than the soul of those who live there.
Members in the wind.
Other dogs watching us.
Vulgarity disguised as highbrow language in the way they talk to us
They who continue to change sex and transgressions
Mistaking us for useless animals.
Shit carcasses eating shit.
Submissive power is born within us and destroys us.
Our asses in the wind framed in a red room.
A bitch playing the piano.
A lullaby of death.
She discovers she's too fragile to survive
And says goodbye to her darkness.
We are all a bit victims and a bit executioners.
Those who survive the bloody perversions
Watch their pets swimming in the blood.
Smiling and hinting at a dance like a dragonfly
On a severed flower.
Our asses in the wind.
A jewel of Pasolini's production, "Salò or the 120 Days of Sodom" is a dark and poignant parade of human perversions, captured in a spectrum of supreme beauty.
A formal and stylistic beauty capable of splitting the viewer's heart in two.
Such a poignant elegance as to mix with the vulgarity of a pornography with the same power as a punch in the stomach. That comes from within.
A play of see-don't see, dream or am I awake, sacred and profane that surrounds, disgusts, makes participants of the viewers in an extreme and shocking vision of a submissive, cruel, grotesque power capable of unsettling anyone, even those accustomed to much extreme cinema.
And what is distressing is the fact that here there is little that is distinctly and explicitly shown in the most hidden details (like the speeches of the blonde narrator), but it is capable of disorienting as much as a mutilated limb shown in its most hidden nakedness or a scene of violent sex.
This is the pure genius of a film that screams against humanity, whose true perversion is being human.
From this moment on, no one in Italy will dare to go beyond...
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By eletto1987
Pasolini’s entire body of work, always charged with strong, sensual, even hard scenes, there is no room for the vulgar, for the indecent.
I consider this film a pillar of cinema of all genres and times, a macabre fable about the future of man clouded by power.
By Sabinide
"Nothing is more anarchic than power. Power does practically whatever it wants, and what power wants is completely arbitrary."
"I’ve decided never to watch this film in my life again, as I’ll never erase it from my mind... However, I strongly recommend it to all true film enthusiasts as an art form."
By Caspasian
The violent nature of the Friulian presents itself here in all its nakedness, fueled by the lies of everything that surrounds him.
The rituals of sperm, piss, blood, and shit are continuous even in their psychic manifestations.
