After tonight's showing of Fight Club at the home -- I feel that I've learned something about the movie. It's a romantic comedy -- but without the annoying chick part. Seriously. I mean, it's all about the narrator and Marla hooking up in the end, even though they can't stand each other at first. It's like they hate each other, then love each other, there's this weird conflict/secret keeping them apart (aka Tyler Durden) and then the final fight where it seems like they break up for good and then the end where he apologizes (kind of), she forgives him and they go off into the sunset (or watch financial buildings blow up) together.
But no matter what, Fight Club is still a splendid film and probably will be forever in my top five flicks of all time. While some people may say it's dated in the post Sept. 11th world -- I don't think so. Look at how quickly Americans went back to the stupid bullshit about Britney and Janet Jackson's boobie. Look at how docile and cow-like we all can be at times. As long as we have our 500 basic cable channels, our clothes and VH1's The Fabulous Life, we're happy. Doesn't matter if our personal rights are being eroded away, or that minimum wage doesn't make enough for anyone to survive on -- I got mine, so I'm all OK!
Not to mention, it's a lot of fun to watch when you're upset about work and wondering, "Is this it?" Or at least I think so. It's a reminder that no matter what, we can reject what everyone tells us is good and wholesome and what we should be and forge our own path. Maybe I'm messed up, but frankly, we all could use a little bit of Tyler Durden in our life. Hell, look at what he did for Raymond K. Hessel -- he's on his way to being a vet! I'm all for Tyler Durden as a life coach.
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