2nd Rule of Fight Club

Rating: 5/10 (11 May 2011)

No metro-sexual pansies need apply. Take this to heart. The world is drowning in boys. Testosterone testosterone everywhere yet not a man in sight. Fight Club is an eloquent commentary on man's pathetic decline. Superbly written, it screams in your face, and makes you sit up and take notice.
Yet... it offers nothing more than wet dreams and the fantasies of what it means to be a man. Long dead is the Duke. Long dead is the strong, capable man.
In the end, Fight Club is nothing more than a flimsy gossamer veil that's meant to hide the ugliness of the collective male ego - so easily bruised - so easily controlled. It has become a phenomenon - a pseudo identity that weak men cling to in the hopes of seeing something more in the mirror - but it's a lie. Bedding a crazy broad, punching it out with yourself in the basement, blowing your life to hell - is this truly what makes a man?