Fight Club, or my unease with the (terrfying) feminization of manhood (I thought men were supposed to be... uh, male?) on film and magnified.

Rating: 10/10 (21 December 2006)

*Fight SPOILERS... You know the rules*
The Narrator (Edward Norton) is living a life that is as anonymous as it is unfulfilling; he is so disgusted by this that he begins to lose sleep, and decides to attend support groups for any kind of terminal illness (despite him not having any), one of them being the 'Being Men Together' group (Testicular Cancer... ouch!), where he 'befriends' Robert 'Big Bob' Paulson (Meatloaf Aday), a former bodybuilder who's developed man-tits, and this seems to cure his insomnia.
That is, until the day Marla Singer (Helena Bonham Carter), a poser like him, arrives into his therapy groups and worsen his condition, since he develops a hathred for her.
Then he meets a guy named Tyler Durden (Brad Pitt), a subversive who inserts porno fragments in family movies and stuff like that, who shows him a way of channeling his negative feelings: fighting.
The 'Fight Club' idea is born, and finds many adepts, but soon it gets out of hand... and The Narrator will find out the truth that lies at the very base of Tyler Durden...
Based on the intense book by Chuck Palahniuk, 'Fight Club' is a movie that manages to speak truths to both sexes, while having a message that resonates clearly especially for men, who really are the more oppressed by this corrupt society.
It isn't for everyone, but it's a film to be watched, at least once. And then, to be talked about.
Fight Club: 10/10.