A Movie For Wilted Wieners

Rating: 1/10 (27 August 2018)

Snarl! - Snarl! - Snap! - Snap!.....Attention! Attention! Calling all infantile-minded, emotionally immature, adult males who get their jollies playing dress-up in military drag!.... Welcome to the Wilted Wiener Club (aka. Fight Club).
You know, I can't believe what a damning statement this demented, little movie makes about the insecurity of today's man and his obvious doubts about his own masculinity. If this film's story wasn't so pathetic it would actually be quite laughable.
I find it really quite disturbing and, yes, frightening that the movie Fight Club (which started out at such an ultra-low, base-level mentality as it did) never-ever once rose above that revoltingly stupid level of thought - Not even once.
And, finally - I don't care one, single bit about what any adoring, little fan may say, or think, about baby-blue-eyes Brad Pitt(head). 'Cause, let's face it - PITT IS A TERRIBLE ACTOR. He is!
I mean, if he really had any talent at all, then he would've rescued this utter piece of junk-food from the dregs of the garbage disposal with his "magnetic" charisma. But, as far as Fight Club goes, Brad Pitt(iful) was just as vile as the movie itself was.