Fight Club

Review by Jason Gaston

 

Occasionally on a blue moon when the constellation of Orion is eclipsed by the Pleiades Cluster and the fourth quadrat of Lukar is aligned in the third arm of Tripet a movie comes along that I am at a loss of words to describe. Further complicating that state is the fact that I rarely know what to think of said movie as well.

Not to say that these rare movies are not good movies. Hell, I love it when a movie boggles my mind and makes me put a little brainpower to work trying to piece things together. I wish there were more movies like that!

Such is the case with Fight Club... as Stan Marsh of South Park would say, "Dude, this is one f**ked up movie."

From the rock-n-roll opening credits to the phallic flash before the end credits roll, Fight Club is oozing testosterone and confidence, using unusual storytelling gimmicks and cool camera tricks. I'm still confused by this movie, but dammit I liked it! I liked it a lot!

Edward Norton... I wish I had a tenth of the acting talent this guy has in his little pinkie. The entire movie is narrated by him and he always manages to keep what would normally be a mundane voice-over fresh, funny, and emotional.

Brad Pitt is true star of the movie and, with Fight Club, I believe that it's offically okay for a man to admit that he's a Brad Pitt fan.  As Tyler Durden, Brad Pitt commands the screen and raises the bar for coolness in the entire species.

Fight Club is a scattered and reassembled movie that, at times, knows it's a movie and plays tricks with your mind. It's got a great premise, a killer plot twist , and great performances to boot.

Now go see it before I find you and beat the crap out of you in true Fight Club style.  Wait, I just violated the first rule of Fight Club.

 Now, if you'll excuse me... I've got to go through my copy of Cinderella one frame at a time.

Just to be sure.