I am David Fincher's brooding genius...

Rating: 10/10 (6 June 2000)

It seems quite fitting that during the opening credits of Fight Club the audience is taken on a tour of the human cranial organ. This is the ideal introduction to the gritty journey of a man who is trying to come to terms with his own impending self destruction. Gritty being the key word of course, for this film is grungy and darkly funny. Some of the ideas it seductively thrusts into your head you will find yourself grinning and agreeing with - I can easily see why this film has upset some of the more conservative (IKEA shopping?) punters out there. When it comes to freedom-sapping or or "rat-race" lifestyle choices Fight Club does not pull any punches. Brad Pitt & Edward Norton give amazing performances and are supported by equally amazing supporting roles from Helena Bonham Carter (finally outside of her "period piece" typecasting) and Meatloaf (who quite frankly needs some underwire support!) My advice is to disobey the first rule of Fight Club - tell everybody about Fight Club...