The first rule of Fight Club is that you never talk about Fight Club. Even if you were to talk about it, you’d struggle to adequately describe it; you’ve never seen anything like this.
Ed Norton is our narrator, a man who cannot sleep and barely lives. Buying out of catalogues and eating out of takeaway cartons, inbetween workingshifts at a job he detests, his life is the dictionary definition of dull. His only release is trawling self-help seminars exorcising his demons on the weak and the broken. However, he loses even this simple pleasure when the deliciously sadistic Marla (Helena Bonham-Carter) comes onto the scene, stealing his own predatory thunder.
Enter Tyler Durden, the man you wish you were. Brad Pitt spits charisma with every broken tooth and anti-establishment speech, persuading the Narrator and the audience into the underground world of brutal aggression and primal anger as an alternative style of therapy. Men fight men for the visceral thrill of it, the excitement of fist thudding into mouth. Everything goes swimmingly for a while, camaraderie and brutality living together in bizarre harmony, until Marla turns up as Tyler’s lover. Even this does not particularly disturb the Narrator, until Fight Club evolves into an organisation far more terrifying than the bareknuckle boxing arena it was. Our Narrator is thrown into a battle far more ferocious than any he has been in before, playing a terrorist’s game of chess against a seemingly unbeatable opponent.
Fight Club is the life you’ll never hae, but the experience that on some primal level, you’ve always wanted. Join the club.
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