Women's rage whether that is in the context of life in general, or in the context of the performer who is willing to have courage enough to bare their raw self to an audience in a way that may attract them just as well as it may repel them- doesn't have the built-in apologencia that men enjoy. Films dealing with it, that come anywhere near an endorsement have always stood out, but many times the men upon whom this fire is released are objectively hideous. Audition even moreso than Andrzej Żuławski’s “Possession” inflicts this upon a empathetic male subject. He is not heinous, he is not a rapist, or an abuser, he is a loving father, a grieving widower, he seems good at his job, but he is also a man. He has a fling with his co-worker while he was married, possibly while his wife was sick, he ghosts her without much thought as to how that might feel. He goes along with this audition idea enthusiastically for the most part, again without thought. He patronizes, condescends, he takes, lionizes women’s sacrifices even as he sacrifices nothing. He is neither the worst example nor the best, he is merely the average man. That he be the one to suffer so, is an integral part of her performance piece. A challenge to the expectation of suffering for women crystallized by doling out an analogous amount of suffering to the unwitting party. That for most of the movie Asami is playing a role and her finale is the courage to challenge her destiny, to challenge the role she has been given, is the fear factor. As with most stories in reality that involve murderous women, the underlying phobia is of women as more than what we can concieve. Though gruesome murder by men can be shocking due to the more sensational aspects of the “how”, it is largely expected or at least understood that this can happen. Violence is so directly associated with masculinity that there are whole rituals and rites of manhood around inflciting it, for women though it borders on unimaginable, to men especially. If the role of the performance artists or the actor in any stage setting is a search for the truth in human experience then Asami's reveal of something much closer to her true nature, something in defiance of the narrow confines of not only men's expectations, but her own. Something that it is also so monstrous to someone so sympathetic it eludes all conceived possibilities in the mind of the first time audience- is the act of courage. Wives, secretary’s, maids, even movie stars as women and girls, moving, living, existing, to indulge and confirm men's destiny, we see this repeatedly even as they appear normal in the film, just as we normalize everyday bits of misogyny in our own lives. “You call a lot of girls to the audition, reject them, then ring them up later to have sex with them you are all the same” “Audition” isn't just the in-context audition in the film, it's the auditions women endure in their lives to and for people about as curious or interested in them as an employer is in you. It's ending is then not one based in damnation or martyrdom, it is merely an off-beat affirmation of Asami's life and of her words. “You are paralysed, but your nerves are alive”, “When you are in pain you see your shape clearly”, and maybe most importantly “I truly have no one else you have others”, after all, it is because he had somebody that he survived, and as it happens that somebody is male. In a way Miike's film is an affirmation of the common sentiment amongst certain groups of women that if misandry were as real as some men like to insist, the results would be catastrophic for men, and the fallout would be much more than merely words. That Miike's film gives us an outlet to see the power, the beauty, the ferocity, and fervor of female rage without inhibiting or impeding it, without judging it, and without the aid of a cinematic sermon is what makes it so delicious. Here at the end Aoyoma is with yet another dead woman, on equal footing, (pun intended) eye to eye, suffering in exquisite pain, inhibited, barely able to speak, scarred. For a moment Asami tipped the scales, and more importantly she found her most courageous self and it was rage, it was power, and it was horror.