Tuesday, May 5, 2009


by Tobias

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David Fincher's FIGHT CLUB is truly one for the ages. It's a brilliant piece of pop-culture satire and one truly fucked-up psychological thriller. Both this film and Chuck Palahniuk's knock-out source novel tap into serious sociological angst, in a similar way to Kubrick's A CLOCKWORK ORANGE (1971) and David Cronenberg's CRASH (1996 - not to be confused with the Oscar winner of the same title from 2005).

Its operatic fight scenes are already cinema landmarks, like those exhibited in Scorsese's RAGING BULL (1980). Fincher amplifies the stylistic brutality of his scrap scenes to a disturbing borderline pornographic degree here and injects them with a level of sexual body horror. It really has to be seen to be believed, very hard to describe.

In my book, FIGHT CLUB has already gone down as one of the quintessential examples of new-millennium filmmaking (alongside THE MATRIX, RUN LOLA RUN, THREE KINGS, and CITY OF GOD) because of its hypnotic aesthetics, slick technical craft, and provocative storytelling.

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