If you’re not angry, they say, you’re not paying attention. Mad hatter Terry Gilliam has been accused of a lot of things–directorial self-indulgence (The Adventures of Baron Munchausen), professional self-sabotage (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas), creative accounting (Brazil). But one could never blame the Monty Python alum and native Minnesotan for failing to reckon with the cruel world. The cinematic equivalent of a well-timed hissy fit, Gilliam’s new movie Tideland hurls every size and shape of living nightmare at its preteen heroine (Jodelle Ferland), who’s left alone in the middle of nowhere (Minnesota?) following the ugly overdoses of her junkie parents. Still, like Gilliam after getting cut up by Bob and Harvey Scissorhands (The Brothers Grimm), the kid stays in the picture. Attentive as always, Gilliam says he’s “not interested in opinions of people [who] don’t pay to see the film.” But he gamely e-mailed answers to City Pages questions anyway.