Our world does not often offer a safe space for female rage. But French filmmaker Coralie Fargeat has carved out a place to explore that emotion in her work. She shapes that anger into a spear to skewer society’s sexism, revealing the restrictive nature of toxic patriarchy, and allows her female protagonists to violently break free from those expectations.

Her 2017 debut, the stylish action thriller “Revenge,” took on rape culture, and in her sophomore feature, “The Substance,” she trains her lens on beauty standards in Hollywood. What Fargeat sees isn’t anything pretty.

As a filmmaker, Fargeat has a particular interest in women’s bodies, how they seduce and beguile, how women’s bodies are objectified, commodified and sold, what they can withstand, how they can transform, and how, ultimately, women’s bodies are devalued and discarded. She explores how women’s bodies are looked at by men, and therefore, how we are taught to look at women in media.

Working with cinematographer Benjamin Kracun, and editors Jerome Eltabet and Valentin Féron in “The Substance,” Fargeat creates an outlandish parody of the “male gaze” until she gleefully punishes the viewer for looking at all. But the gaze is both outward and inward, seeking to understand how women are looked at, and how they look at themselves, judgments shaped by industrial and misogynistic external forces.

Demi Moore stars as actor Elisabeth Sparkle, a once-lauded ingenue who now hosts a popular TV fitness show. On her 50th birthday, she’s abruptly cut loose by a repulsively leering studio executive, Harvey (Dennis Quaid).

Elisabeth finds out about a radical and mysterious beauty/biohacking company called the Substance that promises a better, more beautiful version of herself. She shoots herself up with “activator” the color of bile in her white-tiled bathroom, and out crawls Sue (Margaret Qualley), young, supple and smooth. What would you do with a second chance at youth? Sue marches right back and auditions to be “the new Elisabeth Sparkle.” The show must go on, and now, it’s pumped up.

Fargeat shoots Sue like she’s a luxury sports car, her slick curves clad in shiny metallics. On screen, we see her as an empowered goddess performing for the cameras, and as a preening princess on billboards. Behind closed doors, Sue’s physicality flips from nubile seductress to startlingly strong predator. She only grows more powerful as Elisabeth degrades into oblivion, isolated and destroyed.

In this doppelganger story, Fargeat knows that two things can coexist at the same time, and as desperately sad as “The Substance” often is, it is also a darkly hilarious satire laced with outrageous camp.

Fargeat addresses the lineage in which this film exists by referencing films such as “Carrie,” “The Shining” and “Frankenstein,” as well as gross-out exploitation horror comedies and chainsaw slasher flicks. In this tale of warring doubles, one thinks often of both “Fight Club” and “All About Eve.” Combining these influences with a sense of enraged audacity, Fargeat delivers a macabre, funny, tragic, absurd and grotesque Grand Guignol of butts and guts; a bonkers and brutal “beauty horror” that elevates the genre to hysterically unprecedented heights.

At two hours and 20 minutes, there’s something cathartically cleansing and transcendent in enduring this visceral ride. It is pure cinema, layered visual and sonic storytelling anchored by Moore and Qualley’s astonishing, fearless performances.

MPA rating: R (for strong bloody violent content, gore, graphic nudity and language)

Running time: 2:20

How to watch: In theaters