A film that is an exercise in thought, depravity, and constitution, Salo examines exploitation and the imbalances of power in our economic and political systems. More than that is asks what is the true cost of looking at the other, whether it is the laborer, earth, or body as a mere commodity. It is a film is as horrific in its visceral brutality as it is decadant and opulent, and as misunderstood as its brilliant, visionary director. It has a well deserved reputation which proceeds it. It is not for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach. I understand not be capable of watching the film because of its abhorrent and grotesque imagery and disturbing themes, but denying its relevance is lazy and more than that, its reckless and irresponsible. Salo holds up a mirror and beckons us a glance at our reflection. Repulsed with what we see we have the audacity to blame the mirror rather than ourselves. Some say ignorance is bliss, but it is far more insidious than that, it is complicit.