not since oliver stone 's natural born killers has there been a movie this incendiary , and not since david cronenberg has a so - called mainstream director been this willing to repeatedly tiptoe the fine line between pointed social commentary and outright social irresponsibility .
while fincher 's films have never suffered from a lack of shock value ( his major character killings in both alien 3 and seven are fine examples ) , fight club marks the distillation of his pitch - black comedic sensibility ( see 1997 's the game ) into something like a definitive statement .
jack ( norton , acting as both narrator and protagonist ) is your typical cubicle clone , whose disillusionment is amplified by a seemingly incurable insomnia .
on the offhand advice of a doctor , he sits in on group - therapy sessions for everything from blood parasites to testicular cancer .
here he meets bob ( marvin lee aday , aka meat loaf ) , a cancer - emasculated eunuch with profound gynecomastia .
strangely , the release he finds while sobbing on bob 's breasts allows him to sleep at night , at least until a fellow group - therapy " tourist " named marla singer ( carter ) comes along to ruin things for him , forcing a grudging compromise that recalls monty python in its dark hilarity .
later , he meets tyler durden ( pitt ) , a soap salesman with a decidedly subversive outlook on life .
one night , after his ikea- furnished condo explodes ( do n't ask--
you 'll just have to see the movie , awright ? ) , he is goaded by tyler into a fight , and damned if it does n't feel good .
it is pure , raw existence , a brief moment of clarity and purpose that makes his dreary workaday life pale in comparison .
he moves into tyler 's squalid abandoned mansion , and they form the titular organization , an underground therapy group where men bond with bare - knuckle savagery and very few rules , the first two of which are " do n't talk about fight club .
" armed with charisma and an attractive anti - corporate philosophy , tyler assumes leadership of the burgeoning membership of white - collar slaves and dead - end mcemployees .
resentment creeps into jack 's heart , made worse by the fact that tyler is also regularly and noisily boffing the hated marla .
funded by a frivolous lawsuit , tyler begins molding his devotees into an army dedicated to mischief and mayhem .
their initially juvenile pranks ( like pissing in food and putting spike belts on roads ) quickly evolve into something more like sedition , and jack fears that things have gone sour .
it is after this point , when you are plenty uncomfortable and wondering just how far fincher will go to say something original , that the film uncorks a disappointing plot twist .
it is so contrived-- and so conventional compared to what precedes it-- that everything which follows ( including the ending ) becomes far less interesting .
it 's a major ( though not fatal ) flaw , and for a director as notoriously unpredictable as fincher , it feels like a cop - out .
fight club is going to be misconstrued by a great many people .
in the early going , it has a downright dangerous feel ; it seems to be saying that violence and civil disobedience are good for the soul , and this is undoubtedly the message that a few moronic punks are going to take from it .
i 'll be mightily surprised if imitation fight clubs do n't spring up here and there , and i 'll be even more amazed if fincher is n't vilified for it by the same humorless witch - hunters that are currently after oliver stone .
they need n't bother , because fight club is less a message movie than fincher 's elaborate attempt at a joke .
tyler durden , for all his dionysian allure , is really nothing more than the logical ( and far less hypocritical ) extrapolation of all those self - help gurus who constantly show up on oprah to preach their me - first gospel of self - actualization .
in this context , the joke works , but like the latest columbine joke , some people will get it and enjoy a good laugh , and others wo n't .
hopefully , though , their silly moral outrage wo n't spoil the joke for the rest of us .
Output: P