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Summary: "Barton Fink" meets "Dark City"...Clever, clever deception!
Review: The title is deceptive. The picture on the VHS box is deceptive. The whole "selling" of the film is deceptive. And the message seems to have flown over most people's heads. Hey, dudes...this is Gnostic allegory again...but this time in satirical, dark, sardonic form...like hilarious, but awful, "Barton Fink" ...and it is dark, allegory attacking the shallow, superficial, materialistic world and its lies and deceptions...supposedly in favor of Truth and worthwhile Reality. So, the theme and the film are really, really clever. But as "Tyler" says to the protagonist on the plane... "How's that working out for you...being clever?" To which the protagonist answers: "Great." But, of course, that is a lie. It isn't working out for him...and it hasn't worked out for him. So, if the makers of this film adopt the slick, expedient deceptive methods of the world in order to try to get across their message, aren't they as tainted as the world is? Do you use the devil's techniques...to fight the devil? Doesn't that just put you on his level?Because of the title, and the talk at the time of its release about the so-called glorification of violence...and no talk at all about this film being something other than that...no talk about its being satirical, or funny, or darkly sardonic... I had not even bothered to see it. But it was offered by someone...and I finally popped it into the VCR...from the first moments, I knew this was not the film I had thought it was going to be. As the minutes continued into the hilarious, satirical, sardonic commentary on modern life and the world...and its deceptions and materialism and trying to establish "identity" and meaning through possessions and name brands... and then on into the hidden messages of no one listening to anyone else...truly listening... but only waiting for their turn to speak... the same thing that the detective in "Dark City" laments: "No one EVER listens to me!" ... I began to think that I had somehow latched onto a wrongly packaged film...that the film that had been put into the cassette was not the film that was supposed to be there. Only when Brad Pitt finally showed up on the plane in that hilarous garb, and the shades, and the beard did I realize that this was supposed to be "Fight Club," but that "Fight Club" was far far far different from what it had been touted and "sold" as being. The message isn't the fighting...the message is hidden in the sardonic commentary on the world, its lies, its shallowness, its phoney unreality, and its materialistic, hedonistic, sex-and-violence manipulation of the wordlings...so they will remain "passive as Hindu cows"...while they are being taken for all the money they have...while they are being ripped off and psychologically manipulated to think they need to find value and worth in the phoney world system...and maybe there is some of "Network" in it, too...someone seems "mad as hell" and they're not going to take it anymore... this film seems to be their cathartic equivalent of going to the window, opening it, and yelling that at the top of their lungs... Clever, clever, clever...but who's listening?
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Summary: Endorsed by Mom
Review: I am a mother of 3 teenagers and I resisted watching this movie because I, too, thought it was about nothing but senseless violence. As usual, when I pre-judge, I was wrong. This movie IS violent, but the violence is necessary to prove a wonderful spiritual truth: when you are pushed to violence to make yourself feel something..anything in this life, then you need to 'face the abyss' and the horror of life and make something constructive out of the destruction. As Tyler Durdan says (paraphrase), 'It's only after you have nothing more to lose that you can begin truly living.' The problem with Fight Club is that is was VERY poorly marketed as a guy flick with nothing but loose testosterone to recommend it. Well I'll take Norton's and Pitt's loose testosterone any day, but the movie is much more than that. Watch it once, twice, or even four times until it sinks in and THEN AND ONLY THEN, diss it or recommend it.
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Summary: The best movie I've ever seen.
Review: When Fight Club first came out, I thought it was just another stupid violent-action film. You know what I'm talking about. But now, 2 years later, I was sick of hearing my friends refer to it and stuff, and decided to rent it. The movie is unlike any other movie. It's excellent. It's exciting, it's intelligent, it's different. It makes you think alot, and leaves you a different person than you were before you saw it. This is truly in excellent movie, a rarity among a lot of the ... out there recently.
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Summary: Hilarious, the epitome of "so bad it's good."
Review: I am surprised by the number of reviews here that seem to take this movie seriously. While watching, I continually wondered if the director was attempting to be profound or ironic. This movie is not deep, or disturbing, or thought-provoking. It is, in fact, totally ridiculous. As far as "making a statement," I give it no stars, but for entertainment value, it's a five-star treat. When Jennifer Aniston hosted SNL, she and the female cast members did a satire of "Fight Club" that was exactly like the original movie. Every time I see it (three so far) I am equally amazed and amused. It's really over the top. Oh, and Brad Pitt shows mucho skin.
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Summary: Please...
Review: ... don't take anyone's word for it, don't listen to the film critics, and don't blow it off ... WATCH THIS MOVIE. I don't care if you buy the DVD, rent a tape at Blockbusters or watch it on Cable - just SEE IT FOR YOURSELF. No amount of explanation or psycho-analysis is going to help you understand this movie. It has to be seen. If this is the first review you've read, do yourself a favor and don't read anymore. Just find a way to see the movie and judge for yourself. Please.
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Summary: A great film
Review: This movie is wonderful. The suprise ending is realy suprise. Thae actings great and the plot one very unexpected. So I will not ruin it. If you haven't seen it, SEE IT!
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Summary: The Second Best Film of All-Time!
Review: Great! Davis Fincher packs a wallop of criteria with a riveting twist ending that will wash you out.
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Summary: Awesome Premise and Awesome Conclusion
Review: This movie has it all: Insomnia, Innovation, Psychological Thriller, Hilarious Antics, Awesome Story, Good Directing, Awesome Acting, Great Soundtrack. Definetely among my favorite movies of all time: Gattaca Fight Club Pulp Fiction Scarface
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Summary: Unabomber Manifesto on film
Review: The title led me to believe this was going to be another brainless movie aimed at violence-loving teenage boys. How wrong could i have been. On the surface there is indeed a great deal of physical violence, but look below and there is a great deal more to discover. One thing that struck me (no pun intended) and which has continued to stay with me, is that to properly understand and appreciate this film, i believe one has to have read the Unabomber's manifesto (found easily on the net). The similarities are striking. If you haven't read it, download and read it, and then watch the movie again. You'll see it in a different light.
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Summary: An audience picture, not suited to DVD
Review: Fun [stuff] about a man whose job is so immoral, he goes insane. Overlong, it lurches unevenly from Tex Avery slapstick to glib superficiality to the inspired, often in one scene. At it's best it resonates the observational rapping of best stand up comedy and it's brilliant sense of humour makes one forgive it's missed opportunities. Anyone recalling the abandoned six army of Germany at Stalingrad will find the absurdity, cruelty and farce of Fascism portrayed here as on the money. However, far from being a contemporary tract, it cheekily re-packages punk for those who missed it the first time while making oldsters nostalgic for their pogo-ing past. The central conceit of the film slyly changing the jobless 'no future' ethos of 77 to the 'no future' because we've got a job whingeing of 99. There's chutzpah for you, but it's still the same old, same old. The dyed spiked hair and anarchist posturings of Tyler Durden recalling you-know-who of the Sex Pistols. Also, the pantheist vision of a weed infested superhighway with people growing vegetables coupled with a socialist manifesto of returning to economic parity recalls the accusation of the time that punks were in fact the new hippies. It's questionable whether any victim of recent downsizing in the go-slow-bust technologies industries will relate to the protaganist's security of tenure and perks anyway, it's something of a chimera on Palahniuk's part. He has gone on to write further preposterous novels to mixed reviews and some disillusionment over his one trick pony-ism. That's probably why Fight Club, although superlative and engaging because it is hard to catogorise, doesn't stand up to too many repeat viewings. It suffers the same affliction as punk, that is, beyond the initial expression of frustration and anger there isn't a lot to say. Americans can only sing the one song, but they'll play it in hell, and seldom with the panache here.
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