I have a confession to make before we start, I didn’t watch Fight Club until around 2004, that’s 5 years after it’s international release. Why? well i’d love to put the whole blame on the movie itself, you know what i mean? no? well ’scuse me for spoiling this for you but apparently there’s a message or shall i say a certain rules for people who’d watch Fight Club, the first rule is you do not talk about fight club and the second rule is yes, you DO NOT talk about fight club, and here i am breaking those two rules for you beloved readers. Anyway shame on you if you haven’t watch the movie and made me break the rules.

“Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.”

For many of my generation, Titanic was the height of their movie magic, you know the movie that changed their life and so on and so on or something like that. Every now and then, a movie comes along with balls made of steel to grab you by the neck, bang you flat on the wall, and question your entire purpose of life. For me Fight Club was that and more, it’s the only movie that has been played by my old DVD player more than anything else, mind you, Miyabi doesn’t even get close to the amount of replay Fight Club gets. Called me whatever you want but i just never gets bored of it, i loves all the subtle little details that can only be noticed if you really paying attention or if you google it or something. I admired the vision and direction of David Fincher, again proves he is an extremely adept filmmaker with almost the entire movie filmed primarily at night or inside with a low-light situations, okay all his movies were like this, who cares i loves Fight Club more than Benjamin Button anyway. With Pitt and Norton both delivered one hell of a performance as Tyler Durden and “The Narrator” respectively, supported by Helena Bonham Carter as Marla Singer, who with her wild hair and constant cigarette, she’s as far away as she can get from the genteel Merchant-Ivory films with which she is associated.

“Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.”

I loves the whole idea behind Fight Club and the constant smart dialogue, which should be credited to Chuck Palahniuk as the author of the original book and Jim Uhls, the writer that adapted Palahniuk’s geniuses to the screen play. Fight Club delivers the message about how consumerism can easily destroy a man’s dream today, it’s not just that modern man – and women – often find themselves lost in a maze of consumerism but that all men are born to build the institutions that will destroy them. As heavy as all that sounds, Fight Club is still a quickly paced and often sickly funny study of the cost of starting over and what it really means to value life. On a personal level, i reckon this is my holy grail of quotable movies of all time yet. “The things you own end up owning you,” Tyler warns the narrator, who’s learning the hard way that everyone is owned by everything, and fighting against that can often feel like punching yourself in the face. Fight Club is a mentally bare and thought provoking brave look at the boredom of the modern man, the inevitable escape he will attempt and his journey back.

“This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time”

well, if you must see, here’s a trailer…