Clearly I'm not in the target audience

Rating: 4/10 (11 February 2016)

It's been a good 15 years since I've seen "Fight Club", and it never really did anything for me back then (well there is that "gotcha!" ending, but that's about all that stuck in my brain). Now, at 35, it does even less. It's not that I don't "get" the movie, but I'm leaving that door open just for argument sake.
It's mostly a middle finger to the establishment, gift-wrapped for adolescents. Usually, when a movie's satirizing something, it's engaging, maybe even funny. But by the time Brad Pitt says "The things you own end up owning you", it's obnoxious. I got that this is railing against consumerism, desk-jockey angst, ennui, whatever you want to call it (hell, the bursts of '90s CGI drove that point home with a battering ram), but when these people keep yammering on about it, subtlety's a distant memory. You can taste the smugness.
It's not a lot of fun, let's put it that way.
4/10