The camera loves women. It loves watching us move, it loves watching us get dressed, get undressed, smile, cry, fall in love, get hurt, get drunk, have sex, be assaulted, be wronged, be distressed… But there’s one thing it does not like us to do: it does not like us being angry. Or does it?
I, for one, love to see anger on screen. It’s an explosive, all-consuming emotion. White-hot rage blinds you and makes your blood boil. On-screen anger is terrifying because of how familiar it can be. Everyone has been angry at least once in their life. At something or someone, at an annoyance or an injustice, at their own foolishness or someone else’s maliciousness. Movies just dial it up to eleven. Jack Nicholson spit-yelling with fury in…