How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
A ticking-time-bomb insomniac and a slippery soap salesman channel primal male aggression into a shocking new form of therapy. Their concept catches on, with underground "fight clubs" forming in every town, until an eccentric gets in the way and ignites an out-of-control spiral toward oblivion.
Chuck Palahniuk's novel Fight Club is a stunning piece of literary fiction. When I first read it I was blown away by the narrative voice present, laden with fierce and bleak language with an undertone of unchecked rage towards a society focussed on individualism and consumerism. Capturing all that is one thing, but also managing to mould all this into a plot that is filled with twists and turns and is perfectly paced without getting lost in all its ideas, well, that is something else altogether.
Now to say I was sceptical when I read that a film was going to be made out of this book is a huge understatement. I was convinced that they would fail, even Fincher…
"Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, and in all probability, he HATES you. It's not the worst thing that can happen."
The film starts with the sound of a scratching vinyl and then..
The Dust Brothers song kick's in...
And now we are transported to a nasty, grotesque, raw, crude, violent, corporate, cynical, ironic, funny, weird world. A world through the eyes of Chuck Palahniuk and David FIncher, and man, what a fucked up world it is.
'Fight Club' is a wake up call, is a metaphor to consumerism, an…
" My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school (the last time I saw this). "
The dialogs, the screenplay, the cinematography, the acting, the music, the direction, every damn fucking thing about this movie is awesome.
(Film 12 of Toby's Attempt At The December Project)
What is there to say about this film that hasn't been said a hundred times before? It's on nearly every list of favourite films on this website, as well on others. It's become one of those films that people tell you you absolutely have to see. Like now. Why are you still here?
Probably because you've seen this before. Probably because you're remembering the first time you saw this. The way it drew you in with Edward Norton's description of his mediocre life, his dead-end job, his psychological need to attend support groups. Then, it came along and ambushed you with Tyler Durden and his counterculture, anti-consumerist agenda. Admit it, after…
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"First rule of Fight Club: You do not talk about Fight Club. Second rule of Fight Club: You DO NOT talk about Fight Club!"
How bout we break the first two rules of Fight Club and talk about it? We probably should'nt, but it's so damn good you can't help but talk about it.
David Fincher does a brilliant job adapting Chuck Palahniuk's amazing book into an even better film. Edward Norton is excellent as always. Brad Pitt slips into his best performance and creates an iconic, unpredictable, intense, and dynamic character. Both have exhilarating chemistry. Helena Bonham Carter is amazing. Don't even get me started on the awesome soundtrack. It's just that good. Insightful, satiric, funny, involving, thought provoking,…
Sometimes you just have to watch a classic again.
bought this at cash converters for $3 and fell in love with the shop attendant
A darkly comic, fast-paced study of a man's innate, untraditional psychotherapy. Belter.
Una de mis películas favoritas, podría extenderme pero será en otra ocasión.
Visually interesting stuff from Fincher, but the film loses any pretense of humour by the 60 minute mark and proceeds to devolve into pretension.
Pseudo-intellectual plebeian garbage.
The only real rule about Fight Club is that you have to like this movie at least a little bit. I mean come on.
Una brillante y radical crítica a la sociedad cegada por el consumismo y la vida mediocre para sufragar las compras de esta, el protagonista recurre a su instinto más primario, al animal , que lo volverá a dominar como lo hizo la sociedad consumista la primera vez. Hasta que finalmente se de cuenta de haber sido dominado por cada uno de ellos y liberarse hacia uno mismo. Un clásico total de fin de siglo.