I know I'm waaaay late to the scene, but the other night I finally watched Fight Club all the way through.
Ummm.....what da fugg was that movie about?
I'd seen in it in bits and pieces, but that movie is absolutely ridiculously. Not in a bad way. In a it-gives-me-the-creeps-and-makes-me-feel-slightly-uncomfortable way.
Ed Norton has been off the scene for a minute, but I forgot how much he's that deal. Ever see American History X? Movie still gives me the chills and it's best script Guy Torre will ever get his hands on. Ed was just as strong in Primal Fear and 25th Hour, a completely overlooked masterpiece by Spike Lee. Also, it gave me another reason to hate Rosario Dawson's horribly beautiful ass.
Anyway, Fight Club was just freakin' bizarre. A psychotic rage against the machine orchestrated by a mentally ill sociopath. I hate movies that, at the end, I wonder...am I supposed to enjoy this? If I don't get this, does it make me stupid? Am I supposed to get deep and contemplative about this? Am I supposed to come up with a new meaning of life after this?
Felt the same way after I saw Monster's Ball. Was I supposed to find it depressing? Moving? Raw? Gritty? Was I wrong to laugh at the fat kid the whole movie? Should I not have found humor in the fact that you just can't make Halle Berry look ghetto?
Fight Club was weird.
