Fight Club. One of the most subversive, anarchistic, rebellious films made in recent history. With Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, Helena Bonham Carter and Meatloaf. Yes, Meatloaf. Norton is a car manufacturer employee who travels to accident sites to evaluate whether or not recalls are monetarily practical; he is Everyman with incurable insomnia and a fridge full of condiments; he is Jack with absolutely no hope. Pitt is Tyler Durden, a soapmaking barbarian idealist with great wit and great abs. Carter is Marla Singer, clothes thief, support group junkie and love interest with a Pebbles Flinstone goth ponytail. Meatloaf is Bob. And Bob is important.
Fight Club is one of those movies that makes you want to storm the Bastille, take over the world, punch strangers and blow up buildings. It's funny, smart and has a great soundtrack. Beautifully directed by the genius David Fincher, who sums it up like this: "We're designed to be hunters and we're in a society of shopping. There's nothing to kill anymore, there's nothing to fight, nothing to overcome, nothing to explore." Fight Club wants you to take apart society one bruise at a time. Fight Club says that all of your possessions, relationships and capitalist aspirations are garbage. And Fight Club makes you laugh while it's burning down your house.
"The first rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club."
"Only after disaster can we be resurrected."
"I am Jack's smirking revenge."
"We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place."
"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."
"I felt like destroying something beautiful."
"The things you own end up owning you."
"We just had a near-life experience."
"Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken."
"Losing all hope was freedom."
"If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla."