Men, Enjoying their Manliness

Rating: Null/10 (29 March 2001)

You are nothing special. In fact, your mother loathes the day her bosom was smithed with your stinking presence. This is one of the messages of Fight Club, an incredibly awesome film, by David Fincher, maker of films and fine sedatives. This movie can be best described as twelve servings of intensity made to seem smaller so that they could be taken as two servings. A new story-telling style is introduced every five minutes, and the characters keep evolving. Who are these guys? Neo-realists? Be careful, and look out for realist gangs, who've been terrorizing the desolate streets of our cities, for half a century. Edward Norton is incredible as the self-delluding, self-perpetuating loser. (How is he any different than me?) Brad Pitt is incredible as Tyler Durgen, the Zorathustrian gang leader of Fight Club. Helena Carter is great as Tyler's main squeeze. She is one spooky chick in this movie! My only problem is the end. I don't want to be the "you just ruined the movie, you idiot!" guy, but in the end, was Fincher expecting that anyone was still watching the film, or that everyone was making out by now? Rating: 10/10 (As far as bleakness goes, this one's worse than Se7en)