Review of Fight Club (1999) by Joe C — 04 Jan 2015

Save your "Oooooh you're breaking the first two rules!!" jokes for someone who cares. Fight Club could have so easily been a mindless metaphor for pre-millennial angest and a showcase for Brad Pitt's raging six-pack.

But it wasn't. With Fincher's calculated camera and Chuck Palahnuik's fervent and blackly comedic source material, Fight Club is an incredible, subversive slice of troubled youth and a surreal counterculture metaphor for how corporations and material greed is dehumanizing us to the point where all we have left is our primal instinct; To attack.

Such is the insanity of the delivery, and such is the spaztic nature of the narrative, that Fight Club is almost an out-of-body experience. It's brilliance lies not within the twist ending, or the mind-bending surrealism; it lies in everything it stands for.

I am Jack's undying admiration of this movie.