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The first rule of Fight Society is:

You lot exercise not talk almost Fight Social club.

The second rule of Fight Club is:

You practise not talk about Fight Social club.

Fight Order is a 1999 picture virtually an insomniac role worker, looking for a way to alter his life, who crosses paths with a devil-may-care lather maker, forming an underground fight social club that evolves into something much, much more.

Directed by David Fincher. Written by Jim Uhls. Based on the novel by Chuck Palahniuk.

Mischief. Mayhem. Soap. (taglines)

The Narrator [edit]

• Bob had bitch tits.

• People are e'er asking me if I know Tyler Durden.

• When the fight was over, nothing was solved, only nothing mattered. Nosotros all felt saved.

• If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake upwards every bit a different person?

• Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big blubbery 1.

• Y'all wake upward at SeaTac, SFO, LAX. Yous wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an 60 minutes, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's catastrophe 1 minute at a time.

• I am Jack'south... complete lack of surprise.

• On a long plenty fourth dimension line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

• I felt like destroying something beautiful.

• I am Jack'southward wasted life.

• I am Jack'southward smirking revenge.

• When you lot have insomnia, you're never actually asleep... and yous're never actually awake.

• With indisposition, nil's real. Everything'southward far abroad. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.

• Fight club wasn't nigh winning or losing. Information technology wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church.

• Tyler congenital himself an army. Why was Tyler Durden building an ground forces? To what purpose? For what greater good? In Tyler we trusted.

• When you lot have a gun in your mouth, you can only speak in vowels.

• I want y'all to really heed to me. My eyes are open.

• You met me at a very foreign fourth dimension in my life.

Tyler Durden [edit]

Listen up, maggots! You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic thing as everything else. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

• Gentlemen, welcome to Fight Guild. The first dominion of Fight Club is: Yous do not talk nigh Fight Society. The 2d rule of Fight Club is: Y'all DO Non. TALK. ABOUT FIGHT Society! Third rule of Fight Club: Someone yells "Stop!", goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. 4th dominion: Only two guys to a fight. 5th rule: 1 fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. Seventh dominion: Fights will get on as long as they take to. And the eighth and concluding rule: If this is your starting time night at Fight Society, you have to fight.

• Self-improvement is masturbation. At present, self-destruction...

• Our fathers were our models for God, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell yous about God?

• Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see information technology squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has united states of america chasing cars and wearing apparel, working jobs nosotros hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, homo. No purpose or place. We have no Groovy War. No Dandy Depression. Our dandy war is a spiritual state of war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one twenty-four hour period we'd all be millionaires, and motion-picture show gods, and rock stars, just we won't. And nosotros're slowly learning that fact. And nosotros're very, very pissed off.

• In the earth I see; y'all're stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Middle. Y'all'll article of clothing leather clothes that will last you the residue of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when yous look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car puddle lane of some abandoned state highway.

• Without pain, without cede, we would have nothing.

• It's merely after we've lost everything that we're costless to practice annihilation.

• You are non your job. You lot're not how much money you have in the bank. You lot're non the automobile you drive. You lot're not the contents of your wallet. You're non your fucking khakis. You lot're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

• Howdy, you're gonna call off your rigorous investigation. Yous're gonna publicly land that at that place is no underground group, or, these guys are gonna take your balls. They're gonna send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times, printing release style. Await, the people you are after are the people you depend on: nosotros cook your meals, nosotros haul your trash, we connect your calls, nosotros drive your ambulances, we baby-sit y'all while y'all sleep. Do not fuck with us.

• Hitting lesser isn't a weekend retreat. It'due south not a goddamn seminar. Finish trying to control everything and just let get! Permit Become!

• The things you own end up owning yous.

• You take to consider the possibility that God does non similar y'all, never wanted you, in all probability he hates you lot. It'southward not the worst affair that could happen.

• Sticking feathers up your butt does not make yous a craven.

• If we are God'south unwanted children, so be information technology!

• Get-go you've gotta know - not fearfulness, know - that someday you're gonna die.

• I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most chiefly, I'm gratuitous in all the ways that you are not.

• Nosotros're consumers. We are the byproducts of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, tv with 500 channels, some guy'south proper name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.

• You wanna make an omelet, you gotta suspension some eggs.

• Listen up, maggots! You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the globe.

Marla Singer [edit]

• A condom is the drinking glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you run across a stranger. You dance all nighttime, and and then you throw it away. The condom, I hateful, not the stranger.

• My God ... I haven't been fucked similar that since grade school.

• Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's non my trouble.

• I've got a tummy full of Xanax. I took what was left in the bottle. It might accept been too much.

• [on the phone, later on taking a bottle of sleeping pills] This isn't a existent suicide-thing. This is probably 1 of those cry-for-help things... You lot're going to have to continue me upwardly aaaall night.

• It's a bridesmaid'due south dress. I got it at a second-paw shop. Information technology was loved intensely for 1 dark.. then bandage aside.

Dialogue [edit]

Narrator: When people call back you're dying, they actually, actually listen to you, instead of but …

Marla Singer: … instead of simply waiting for their turn to speak?

Narrator: Yep. Aye.

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Narrator: A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with anybody trapped inside. At present, should nosotros initiate a retrieve? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply past the likely rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If 10 is less than the cost of a recall, nosotros don't do ane.

Adult female on plane: Are in that location a lot of these kinds of accidents?

Narrator: Yous wouldn't believe.

Woman on plane: Which automobile company do yous work for?

Narrator: A major 1.

[Plane turns heavily, narrator thinks to himself]: Every time the airplane banked sharply on takeoff or landing, I prayed for a crash, or mid air collision, annihilation. Life insurance pays triple when you lot die on a business trip.

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[Narrator's numberless have just been confiscated]

Narrator: Was it ticking?

Drome Security Officeholder: Actually, throwers don't worry near ticking 'cause modernistic bombs don't tick.

Narrator: Sorry, throwers?

Airport Security Officer: Baggage handlers. Just when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers gotta telephone call the law.

Narrator: My suitcase was vibrating?

Drome Security Officer: Nine times out of ten information technology's an electric razor. Merely … every one time in a while [looks effectually, leans in conspiratorially] … it'south a dildo. [leans dorsum] Of course, it's company policy never to imply buying in the effect of a dildo. We have to use the indefinite commodity, "a dildo", never … your dildo.

Narrator: I don't own a dildo!

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Narrator: Let me tell you a little bit about Tyler Durden. Tyler was a dark person. While the balance of united states were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time chore as a projectionist. Encounter, a film doesn't come up all on one big reel. It comes on a few. And so someone has to exist there to switch the projectors at the verbal moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it, y'all tin can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen.

[In the background, Tyler points to the corner of the screen as one such marker briefly appears.]

Tyler Durden: In the industry, we call them cigarette burns.

Narrator: That'southward the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the motion picture keeps correct on going, and nobody in the audition has any idea.

Tyler Durden: And why would anyone want this shit job?

Narrator: Because it affords him other interesting opportunities.

Tyler Durden: Like splicing single frames of pornography into family unit films.

Narrator: So when the snooty cat and the courageous canis familiaris with the glory voices come across for the first fourth dimension in reel three, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film.

[As the audience is watching the film, pornography flashes for a split 2nd]

Narrator: Nobody knows that they saw information technology, but they did.

Tyler Durden: A nice, big erect.

[Several audition members look rattled, a little daughter cries]

Narrator: Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work.

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Narrator: When yous buy furniture, you tell yourself, that'south it. That'south the last sofa I'll need. Any else happens, got that sofa problem handled. I had information technology all. I had a stereo that was very decent. A wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete.

Tyler: Shit man, now it'south all gone.

Narrator: All… gone.

Tyler: All gone. Do y'all know what a duvet is?

Narrator: A comforter.

Tyler: It'due south a blanket. Just a coating. Why practise guys similar you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense of the discussion? No. What are we, then?

Narrator: I don't know. Consumers.

Tyler Durden: Right. We're consumers. Nosotros are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are glory magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy'south name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.

Narrator: Martha Stewart.

Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha'southward polishing the brass on the Titanic. It'due south all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and strine greenish stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say permit... lets evolve, permit the fries fall where they may. But that'due south me, and I could be wrong. Maybe it's a terrible tragedy.

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[Tyler and Narrator stop exterior a convenience store at night. Tyler takes out a gun and walks into the shop to exercise their homework assignment of a "human being sacrifice", while Narrator protests. Tyler forces the clerk out the dorsum exit at gun point.]

Vocalism-over: On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everybody drops to zippo.

Narrator: Stop! What are we doing? Come on! God!

Tyler Durden: Hands behind your back. Give me your wallet.

[The clerk, now kneeling, hands him his wallet.]

Tyler Durden: Raymond K. Hessel. 1320 South Due east spanning apartment A. Small cramped basement apartment, Raymond?

Raymond 1000. Hessel: How did y'all know?

Tyler Durden: 'Crusade they give shitty basement apartments letters instead of numbers. Raymond, y'all are going to dice.

[Raymond begins to cry. Tyler examines content of the wallet.]

Tyler Durden: Is that your mom and dad? Mom and Dad are going to have to call up kindly Doc So-and-so. Pick up your dental records. Wanna know why? Because there'due south gonna be zip left of your face.

Narrator: Oh come on, come on.

Tyler Durden: An expired community college student ID. What did you lot written report, Raymond?

Raymond Thou. Hessel: Southward-stuff.

Tyler Durden: Stuff? Were the mid-terms difficult? I asked y'all what yous studied!

Raymond K. Hessel: Biology by and large.

Tyler Durden: Why?

Raymond K. Hessel: I don't know.

Tyler Durden: What did you lot wanna be, Raymond K. Hessel? The question, Raymond! Was "What did yous want to exist"?!

Narrator: Answer him, Raymond! Jesus!

Raymond K. Hessel: Veterinarian, veterinarian.

Tyler Durden: Animals.

Raymond K. Hessel: Yeah animals and stuff.

Tyler Durden: And stuff, aye I got that. That means you accept to get more schooling.

Raymond Yard. Hessel: Likewise much schoolhouse.

Tyler Durden: Would you rather exist dead? Would you lot rather die? Here, on your knees in the dorsum of a convenience store?

Raymond K. Hessel: No, please no!

[Tyler takes his gun down, takes out Raymond's driver'south license throwing the wallet in forepart of Raymond.]

Tyler Durden: I'm keeping your license. I'm gonna check in on you. I know where you live. If you're not on your style to becoming a veterinarian in half dozen weeks, yous will be dead. Now run on dwelling house.

[Raymond gets up and runs into the nighttime.]

Tyler Durden: Run Forrest, run!

Narrator: I feel ill.

Tyler Durden: Imagine how he feels.

Narrator: Come on, this isn't funny! That wasn't funny. What the fuck was the point of that?!

Tyler Durden: Tomorrow volition be the most beautiful twenty-four hours of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will sense of taste better than any meal you and I accept always tasted.

Voice-over: You lot had to give it to him. He had a program. And information technology started to brand sense in a Tyler sort of way. No fear, no distractions. The ability to let that which does not affair truly slide.

[Tyler throws gun to Narrator who opens the cylinder to find no bullets inside.]

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Narrator: I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I'd never meet. I wanted to breathe smoke.

Tyler Durden: Where'd you go psycho boy?

Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.

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Narrator: I know it seems like I have more one side sometimes...

Marla Singer: More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!

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Tyler Durden: [the Narrator is trying to disarm a machine bomb of nitroglycerin] You don't know which wire to pull.

Narrator: I know everything you exercise, then if you know I know.

Tyler Durden: Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all twenty-four hour period thinking about the wrong wires.

Taglines [edit]

• How much tin you know nearly yourself, if you've never been in a fight?

• When you wake up in a different identify at a dissimilar time, tin you wake upwardly every bit a dissimilar person?

• Losing all hope is liberty

• Mischief. Mayhem. Soap.

• It'due south only after we've lost everything that nosotros are free to practice anything.

• This is your life and it'south ending ane minute at a fourth dimension.

• Fuck Martha Stewart ..its all going downwardly

• You lot're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the globe.

• Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes; working jobs we hate, so nosotros can buy shit we don't need.

Cast [edit]

• Edward Norton - The Narrator
• Brad Pitt - Tyler Durden
• Helena Bonham Carter - Marla Singer
• Meat Loaf - Robert Paulson
• Jared Leto - Affections Confront
• Zach Grenier - Richard Chesler, The Narrator's boss

About Fight Society (film) [edit]

• Norton plays Jack, a generic name for a generic guy. He's a mild-mannered corporate drone whose complacently consumerist lifestyle is turned inside out when he encounters one Tyler Durden. The punkishly anarchic Durden (Pitt) is everything Jack would like to exist but isn't, his own walking, talking id. Like Terry Southern's Magic Christian, Durden expresses his repugnance of guild'due south materialistic values in a series of actes gratuits of mischievous subversion. Moonlighting every bit a cinema projectionist, he splices unmarried, subliminally registered frames from pornographic films into bland mainstream fare; moonlighting as a waiter in a swanky restaurant, he pees into the oxtail soup. Blank-knuckled and bare-chested, the 2 of them start pummelling i another for thrills, simply gradually discovering that there's a whole world out there of emasculated American males only waiting for an opportunity to let the sweat, blood and sperm pent upwards within them ooze out from every pore. Well, why non? Information technology'southward a promising thought for a picture, particularly a satirical one-act, which is what Fight Gild unambiguously is for its kickoff half-hour. Fincher is a vulgar, flashy motion-picture show-maker (he directed Seven and The Game) who doesn't then much make films as accept them, the fashion we refer to a photographer taking, rather than making, photographs: he's interested merely in surfaces and he likes even grunge to glitter. (The French, as usual, coined the perfect expression for this style: le look.) He's a sharp scriptwriter, however, and Norton'due south omnipresent vox-off narration, coupled with the subject's sociological relevance (cf Susan Faludi's new volume Stiffed: The Betrayal of the American Man), initially sucks one in.
  • Gilbert Adair, "Sometimes information technology's hard to be a man", The Independent, (14 November 1999).

• Fight Society starts out funny. The starting time 30 minutes are overwhelmingly perfect. Like the beginning of American Beauty, the opening sequence whirls you through time, taking y'all in and out of the narrator'southward (Norton'southward) yuppie disillusionment. Poor Edward Norton—his graphic symbol isn't even given a name. For proficient reason, since his identity consists of what furniture to buy, what shoes friction match his suit, and which dinette set best fits his non-existent personality. In this yuppie's life, IKEA is synonymous with orgasm. Enter Tyler Durden. Brad Pitt takes on the challenging function of this American psycho—a soap salesman who lives equally a squatter, steals a sportscar one mean solar day and ditches information technology the adjacent, and takes random nightshift jobs to survive. Tyler wants "freedom" from yuppie existence and he makes it a point to obliterate any rules with which he comes in contact—he pees in customers' food, inserts frames of nudity into family films at random flick theaters, and, of course, starts a Fight Gild with Norton. It happens in a matter of seconds. He asks Norton to striking him as hard as he can and—bam!--shirtless yuppies are pounding each other to bloody shreds in bar basements all over the city.
  The opening of Fight Guild makes information technology clear that the movie'south a satire. It's supposed to be a biting mockery of yuppie malaise.

• The problem, unfortunately, is that Fincher completely underestimates Edward Norton as an actor. If Fight Society is to exist a successful satire, the audition can't fall in love with Norton's narrator. We shouldn't see him as the righteous crusader, the man who can do no wrong. Because when we take every dial Norton takes, we lose our sense of disengagement. Nosotros lose that ironic altitude—the distance that makes a movie like American Dazzler such a compelling psychological portrait. At that place'due south no seeing the forest from the trees hither considering of Norton's intensity and ability to elicit endless empathy. We're his unconditional ally. But later beingness pummeled past Fight Club into bloody submission, we're just begging for mercy and an ending that will leave our senses—not our intellect—intact.
  But at that place'southward i other glaring flaw. Unfortunately, it'south an actor. Can yous guess who it is? Oh yes, Brad Pitt should have been eternally jailed by the interim police after 7 Years in Tibet, Meet Joe Black, etc. etc. The guy has no range. He only yells when he's trying to be profound and adds a slight stutter when he's trying to be subtle. Pitt tries and so damn hard not to be a pretty face, but he spends half the flick flexing his muscles and vehement off his shirt. And worst of all, he's self-conscious! Despite his posing, he's non a confident histrion. Instead, he'south annoying rather than intimidating; dumb rather than deep; an irritating yapper rather than the moral voice of the film.
  Perhaps if Pitt and Norton had switched parts, it might have worked. Subsequently all, we don't feel anything for Tyler Durden and we intendance far too much nigh Norton'due south narrator. But hither'south the but recourse. I hope David Fincher sits in a crowded movie theatre a few times over the next couple weeks to watch audience reaction to his film. Perchance he'll realize that Fight Society isn't every bit "funny" as he thinks it is. Peradventure he'll realize that biting satire often blurs into the irresponsible. Maybe he'll realize he took the "traumatized male" theme i stride too far. Or mayhap he'south still mesmerized by the sheer brutality of it all—the glistening blood spattered on the wall. He's and then enthralled by its colour, its undeniable immediacy, that he tin't run into its enduring pattern.
  And even more than dangerously, he can't tell whose blood it is.
  • Soman S. chainani, "Fight Club", The Harvard Cherry, (October 15, 1999).

• "Fight Club" is the virtually frankly and cheerfully fascist big-star film since "Death Wish," a commemoration of violence in which the heroes write themselves a license to potable, smoke, screw and beat 1 another up.
  Sometimes, for variety, they crush upward themselves. It'due south macho porn—the sexual activity movie Hollywood has been moving toward for years, in which eroticism betwixt the sexes is replaced by all-guy locker-room fights. Women, who have had a lifetime of do at dealing with trivial-boy posturing, will instinctively see through information technology; men may become off on the testosterone rush. The fact that it is very well made and has a great first act certainly clouds the consequence.
  Edward Norton stars as a depressed urban loner filled up to here with angst. He describes his world in dialogue of sardonic social satire. His life and job are driving him crazy. Equally a means of dealing with his pain, he seeks out 12-step meetings, where he tin can hug those less fortunate than himself and discover catharsis in their suffering. Information technology is not without irony that the kickoff meeting he attends is for mail-surgical victims of testicular cancer, since the whole movie is about guys afraid of losing their cojones.

• But gradually are the final outlines of his chief plan revealed. Is Tyler Durden in fact a leader of men with a useful philosophy? "It's only after we've lost everything that nosotros're gratuitous to do anything," he says, sounding like a man who tripped over the Nietzsche display on his way to the coffee bar in Borders. In my stance, he has no useful truths. He'south a bully—Werner Erhard plus S & M, a leather club operator without the decor. None of the Fight Club members grows stronger or freer because of their membership; they're reduced to pathetic cultists. Issue them black shirts and sign them up as skinheads. Whether Durden represents hidden aspects of the male psyche is a question the movie uses equally a loophole—simply is not able to escape through, considering "Fight Club" is not about its ending just about its action.

• Of course, "Fight Club" itself does non advocate Durden's philosophy. It is a warning against information technology, I gauge; one critic I similar says it makes "a telling point about the bestial nature of homo and what can happen when the numbing effects of day-to-day drudgery crusade people to get a little crazy." I think it's the numbing effects of movies like this that cause people go to a little crazy. Although sophisticates will be able to rationalize the movie as an argument against the behavior information technology shows, my judge is that audience will like the beliefs merely not the argument. Certainly they'll buy tickets because they tin come across Pitt and Norton pounding on each other; a lot more than people will leave this movie and make it fights than will leave information technology discussing Tyler Durden's moral philosophy. The images in movies similar this argue for themselves, and it takes a lot of narration (or Narration) to contend against them.
  • Roger Ebert, "Fight Social club", Rogerebert.com, (October fifteen, 1999).

• A stylized version of our IKEA present. It is talking nigh very elementary concepts. Nosotros're designed to exist hunters and we're in a society of shopping. There's nothing to kill anymore, there's nothing to fight, nothing to overcome, goose egg to explore. In that societal emasculation this everyman is created.

• We wanted a title sequence that started in the fear middle of the encephalon. [When you lot hear] the sound of a gun beingness artsy that's in your oral fissure, the function of you lot brain that gets everything going, that realizes that yous are fucked - we see all the idea processes, nosotros see the synapses firing, we see the chemical electrical impulses that are the call to artillery. And we wanted to sort of follow that out. Because the motion-picture show is nigh thought, it's about how this guy thinks. And it's from his signal of view, solely. So I liked the idea of starting a movie from thought, from the beginning of the first fear impulse that went, Oh shit, I'thousand fucked, how did I get here?
  • David Fincher, "Gavin Smith goes one-on-ane with David Fincher", Motion picture Comment, Oct/November 1999 consequence.

• The movie is not that violent. In that location are ideas in the flick that are scary, but the movie isn't near violence, the glorification of violence or the embracing of violence. In the movie, violence is a metaphor for feeling. It's a movie about the problems or requirements involved with existence masculine in today's order.

• I do similar movies that take a toll on the audition. I want to piece of work the hidden. I desire to involve you in ways in which you lot might not necessarily want to get involved. I desire to play off those things that yous're expecting to get when the lights get down and the 20th Century Fox logo comes up. There's an audition expectation and I'one thousand interested in how movies play with—and off—that expectation. That's what I'one thousand interested in.
  • David Fincher, Interview with Drew.com "Fightin Words", Drdrew.com, (1998).

• "Fight Social club" appears threatening to some because it seems to challenge the condom of the modernistic world. Merely while Edward Norton and Brad Pitt seem merely to offer unprovoked violence and commotion, there are some salient points on offer behind it all.
  Namely, it is the examination of a man who has immune himself to go sucked into the minutiae of his corporate chore. He farther exacerbates his spiral of paranoia by turning to other corporate gimmicks for solutions, and treating them like a faith. He is Edward Norton and Fight Club is his drastic reaction.
  • Almar Haflidason, "Fight Order Review", BBC, (14 November 2000).

• Edward Norton: The reason Fight Society penetrated to a lot of people our age was that it grappled with that idea that there's this person that I am who's forced to move around in this neutered, contemporary globe, merely people don't know what I've got inside me. That sensation—not just in young men, just in people in general—or that idea of how to get your accurate self out there in the contemporary world. I call back the reason that lodged with a lot of people was that people really do understand that sense that there'southward a schism inside them that they're aware of, that doesn't become expression. I feel that manner. I call back a lot of people our age experience that way. They feel more complex than the globe allows them to exist.
  • Ed Norton in "Interview: Edward Norton" by Sean O'Neal, The A.V. Club, (3/31/10).

• Guaranteed: Fight Club volition blow your skirt upward. Information technology's non just the blitz of seeing Edward Norton, Brad Pitt and director David Fincher hit career peaks in a groundbreaking film. And information technology's non the ill kick of watching Gen Ten amateurs blank-knuckling each other in seedy basements; that'd get former fast. The picture's bold, bruising sense of humour leaves marks on a wide range of hot-button issues: It's about being young, male and powerless against the pacifying drug of consumerism. It'due south about solitude, despair and bottled-upward rage. It'southward about how non to feel dead equally Y2K approaches. It's about daring to imagine the disenfranchised reducing the world to rubble and starting over.
  For daring to imagine, Fight Club will take a few hits. Fincher's motion picture of Chuck Palahniuk's 1996 novel – with a high-voltage script by newcomer Jim Uhls – is already beingness misinterpreted every bit an "apology for fascism." One critic wondered whether Rupert Murdoch'due south Fox 2000, the company releasing Fight Society, "knew what it was doing" in spending $70 million on a movie that is "not but anti-capitalism but anti-society and, indeed, anti-God." My take is that Fight Order is pro-thinking, no matter what deities are offended. Is that threatening? You lot bet.

• Norton catches lightning in a revelatory performance that keeps delivering miracles of graphic symbol dash. He may be the best actor of his generation. Watching Jack trounce himself bloody in front of his boss is a high-wire deed that belongs in a time capsule. And Pitt, in his riskiest part to appointment, uses his sexual swagger to subversive comic effect; he's freer, funnier and freakier than you've always seen him. It's Tyler who shows Jack how to add nitric acrid to soap and brand nitro-glycerin. It's Tyler who turns fight clubs into militias then bomb squads ready to blast the foundations of the planet's ability base: banks and credit-card companies.
  • Peter Travers, "Fight Order", Rolling Stone, (October 16, 1999).

• "We had some dandy choreographers on the fight scene in one case nosotros got into the guild itself," says Pitt, who plays Tyler Durden, a self-styled male-consciousness raiser. Newsweek'south David Anson reviews Pitt's character as "a kind of Nietzschean Robin Hood, using violence to restore nobility to the benighted American male person.

• "If Rudy Giuliani was upset by a fiddling bit of elephant dung on a portrait of the Virgin Mary," writes critic Jason Kaufman for NY Rock, referring to the New York mayor's recent displeasure with the Brooklyn Museum of Art's "Sensation" exhibit, "'Fight Club' should give him a coronary on the spot."
• Anson, in his Newsweek review, says the film trades in homoerotic imagery without addressing it: "When the picture, afterwards satirizing the gym-enhanced bodies of men in Gucci subway ads ("Self-improvement is masturbation," Tyler pronounces), cuts to the impeccably lean and cut body of its leading man, information technology is in the grips of a style-content contradiction that this slick denunciation of surface values battles throughout."
  • Paul Vercammen, "Brad Pitt spars with 'Fight Guild' critics", CNN, (Oct fourteen, 1999).

External links [edit]

• Fight Club quotes at the Internet Moving-picture show Database
• Fight Club at Rotten Tomatoes

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