I finally got around to watching Fight Club. Friends kept recommending it to me, and I thought, “Cool why not, a movie about two guys starting a Fight Club”. It wasn’t like that at all. I don’t know what I got from the movie. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to get. It was a strange little cinematic experience. I’m no virgin to black comedies or gritty films, but I’m no expert either, so this movie left me scratching my head. Like, am I supposed to get something? I don’t know. I think I liked it but I can’t be sure. I’m pretty sure I’m missing something, but after heading over to Wikipedia… no, I more or less got the plot. Fight Club reminds me of Requiem Of A Dream, a movie I sat through for 15 minutes before deciding it was too high a calibre for a stupid person like me to understand. Same for Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Me and reality-within-reality movies? Not good friends.

I did enjoy the characters and how they all had this habit of tossing their stuff away though. Unfinished toast, cigarettes, etc. Edward Norton was excellent in it too.

I’d love to pass this off as a review but I’m sure no one’s getting fooled.

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