Self-Destruction Might Be the Answer

Rating: Null/10 (16 July 2004)

Fight Club 9.5/10 #4 Favorites
[possible spoilers]
"Congratulations, you're one step closer to hitting bottom."
No, this is not a cool macho brawl movie. This is a lot deeper then most people credit it for. A true film on our lost generation of men raised by women as Tyler Durden [Brad Pitt] puts it. A movie seemingly defying our present day society bent on getting good jobs, and being whores to the big corporations for our condo lives.
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your f*cking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. "
The Narrator [Edward Norton] lives this condo life, deluded by constant insomnia. He finds a cure, Cancer, and disease groups. Surrounding himself with weak people to boost his self-esteem, he can now sleep. He meets and gets caught up with another faker Marla Singer who seems to live an apocalyptic existence. He meets Tyler Durden on a plane, and gets Tyler's card [who sells soap]. His condo is firebombed and he is now homeless, the only person to call is Tyler, Tyler shows him a new life, to be content with a s***ty run down house in the toxic zone of town.
And getting out angst by creating Fight Club, many middle class men who are slaves to the corporations, finding a haven in beating one another, wearing bruises without caring about what others think. But things change when Tyler wants to bring it up. He starts handing out assignments, starting fights with strangers, vandalism, mayhem, chaos. Which all leads up to a terrorist proportion scheme with a huge climax as Narrator learns just who Tyler really is. A film showing what happens when you just don't care. It's when you've lost everything that you are free to do anything.