Directed by: David Fincher
Written by: Jim Uhls (screenplay), Chuck Palahniuk (novel)
Starring: Edward Norton, Brad Pitt, Helena Bonham Carter, and Meatloaf
Beloved the world over by high school and college males of all ages as a philosophical masterpiece, David Fincher’s Fight Club has continuously stayed on cinema’s cerebrum ever since it became a cult hit on DVD. Do I dare challenge the consensus that this film isn’t all it’s cracked up to be? I almost feel obligated to.
For starters, these so-called philosophical musings. Is a movie that promotes fighting back against a society that questions your manhood really something we should be promoting? Isn’t that what has gotten us involved in every single conflict since the dawn of time? What most consider unique in this film is actually just the same old masculinity complex American males are expected to suffer from.
As critic Lisa Schwarzbaum put it in her initial negative review of the film,
The giant international furnishings chain IKEA is responsible for many consumer-based phenomena, among them our docile acceptance of cheap, hinged desk lamps that droop like spent lilies. But I hadn’t realized that overexposure to IKEA results in limp penises, too, until I saw Fight Club.