I respect Pier Paolo Pasolini’s Salo as much as the next film lover, but the recent IndieWire articles about this shocking, 50-year-old portrait of fascist cruelty and sadism are…how can I put this?…a little diseased and flirting with over–the–top perversity, seemingly at the behest of executive editor Ryan Lattanzio.
I don’t want to ever even glance at another IndieWire article that discusses shit-eating in movies…is that clear? Nor do I want to read about movies that have depicted golden showers in ‘70s gay bars a la Cruising. Ditto the phenomenon of fist-fucking (also featured in Cruising) as well as any mentions of Zoo, that 2007 Sundance film about a real–life guy who died from a perforated colon after getting fucked by a horse…fair enough?
