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Rating: 10/10 (2 December 2010)

The most entertaining movie of the decade, blowing away some very heavy hitters, like Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, Shawshank Redemption, Goodfellas, The Usual Suspects, The Matrix, and dozens of others including Fincher's own Se7en. Fincher learned a whole lot after Se7en, which I thought was clunky, corny, and obvious. Fight Club is a constant revelation, never for an instant giving away it's intent or purpose till the very very end, and even then it still messes with ya. How many times have I watched it? I dunno - 10, 15 - it doesn't matter, there's always another brilliant detail, another spectacular insight to be admired. Nothing feels as good as a vicarious thrill, where we don't have to deal with the consequences of irresponsible, impulsive behavior. Fight Club is the ultimate vicarious thrill, and damn fine film making as well. It's absurdly remarkable, magically horrendous, and awfully unique.
Fight Club artfully reflects our crumbling, decaying society and the outdated, selfish philosophy that guides it. Apparently, we are all so f%#@ed.
I am not gay - as far as my history reveals - but I would SO bang Brad Pitt's Tyler Durden. You know you would too, you filthy liars. Like Tyler, "Fight Club" dares you to ignore it, taunts you into engaging with it, then mercilessly mocks you for acknowledging it. That's the only rational tactic, it seems, that might actually work to wake up our drowsy, dopey, deluded population. Maybe. I'm predisposed to embrace counter culture, anti-materialistic, anarchistic jargon so this stylish rant flowed right into my receptive psyche like cool clear gasoline. Soon after seeing it I quit my stupid corporate job, burned some hefty bridges, and began trying to find a better way.
I may never achieve any kind of socially admirable status, never impress anyone with an enviable accumulation of manufactured items, never be cited for having plainly and obviously contributed to "the effort." And that's cool, as long as I don't have to explain myself to any of the rapidly multiplying legions of mindless sheep that assemble dutifully every day to have their throats slashed. Planet of Morons.