Art is subjective, but this thread is on the verge of being ridiculous because *no one* has mentioned (probably because they don't know) that Chuck Palahnuik, the author of the original book, is gay.
Not a big deal, but the dynamic of Fight Club does rely on this fact at certain points. In the original book Jack & Tyler first meet at a nude beach, setting up Jack's desire for the physical ideal of Tyler, and fooling the reader into thinking this was going somewhere it wasn't. The film certainly addressed this, and in my opinion did it better. While reasonably faithful to the book, Fincher's film is superior by several degrees.
Lady Snowblood is like many of this films critics, heavily basing his opinion on the reactions of the meatheads that didn't "get" Fight Club, and openly insulting reasonable fans like myself.
I didn't want to beat anyone's ass after seeing this film, I didn't want to firebomb a Starbucks, and I certainly didn't want to shave my head and run about like a neanderthal cum asshole.
I had a friend who did take this from the film, he looked like an asshole for it, but then again he was recently discharged from the Coast Guard after being diagnosed w/
disassociative personality disorder (formerly multiple personality disorder) so...
Fight Club traps the meatheads and lowly pencil pushers in the corner by using their own bullshit against them. The film IS about the contradictory nature of its subjects, and of its supposed message. "I hate being a conformist, so I'll just conform over here instead of over there", that's Fight Club. Also, there is no evidence that Tyler Durden was created specifically in response to Marla, as Jack's insomnia was present long before she came into the scene (and Tyler is seen before the intro of Marla).
As is obvious, Jack feels that Marla is the problem, when she's really the solution. I see this film as a wonderful chaotic romance in a way, especially the ending which I felt was just as romantic as it was destructive.
For all of Jack's moaning and fatalistic posteuring, he wanted to be that big, sexy, virile rockstar with the 10inch cock and the vibrant personality that he was "raging" against. (I know I do)
This film uses something we are probably all guilty of; or have you never totally posed and bullshitted on a post before? Have you ever tried to project a self image that maybe wasn't entirely factual?
I'm reasonably sure that we're far more eloquent in our thoughts on the net, than in real life. ( I'm a bit more manic, and less put together in the real world)
"Fight Club" is a dark, visually stunning film, about being the asshole of the world when you never needed to be. Jack didn't really need Tyler, Marla didn't need to die, and the "Space Monkeys" didn't need to sally forth to the edge of reason.
It's like "Office Space" w/ Jared Leto facial mutilation!
