Ruthlessly bloody, indulgent and like watching Lars Von Trier primp in the mirror for two-and-a-half hours, The House That Jack Built is surprisingly watchable. A little insufferable, big time pretentious, but darkly funny and strangely digestible.

We tend to think of Fascism as everyone “agreeing” to the same ideals, but those boundaries are rarely ever publicly decided. Instead of a commentary on what fascism does, Salo presents what it allows for.