Anger gets a lot done, they say. The impotent, helpless kind, especially. When it reaches its threshold, it is supposed to overthrow the status quo, burn the corruption to a crisp and roll out a fiery red carpet for all that is just and sane. But supposed to’s just don’t cut it these days.
At its worst, helpless rage breeds despair. It makes cynicism our best friend. It strengthens our belief in apathy.
At its best, it gives birth to a film like Gulaal.