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I walked out of the theater not knowing whether it was a good movie ... and so many years later, I still don't.
On the one hand, it could be interpreted as an Invisible-ish movie about liberation of individual and society from homogeneity, self-hate, modernity, etc.
On the other hand, I found that the Fight Club was really no better than any of the other self-help groups that Norton's character attended. He wasn't really doing anything with his life that he necessarily wanted to do--he wasn't even figuring out what he wanted to do--he was just participating in someone else's life as a way of distracting him from his own. Additionally, I found the Fight Club itself, on many levels, to be no different from any number of other "mens groups," exploring their masculinity and identity by sadly beating on drums in the wilderness in American Indian headdress. What, really, did even Tyler have to say about the nature of being a man that couldn't be summed up in a simplistic indictment of poor parenting--absent fathers and overbearing mothers?
Moreover, the members of Fight Club were only liberating themselves from all of the things listed above by adopting someone else's proposed lifestyle and taking orders from a pretty, tough, smart, seemingly wise authoritarian Big Brother. In case anyone missed it, that's not liberation, it's the Mass Psychology of Fascism.
Unfortunately, I still haven't read the book, but I infer from the comments of others that Palahniuk was angling more toward the latter, parodying those who look to groups to tell them what to do, how to think, what to believe, how to be well, etc.
I still can't tell which story Fincher was trying to tell. I do know, however, that lots of people, including a lot of men, came away from the movie rhapsodizing about the first reading of it. I could applaud Fincher for the ambiguity, since I'm generally a fan of not having everything wrapped up at the end. In this case, though, I think the ambiguity makes it a bit of a failure as a film. |
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