I love the movie Fight Club. When I first saw it, I thought it was a brilliant “mindfuck” of a movie, what with its unexpected plot twist about 3/4 of the way through.
The second time I watched it, knowing of the interchangeability of Brad Pitt and Ed Norton, I reveled in the subtle clues I had overlooked previously.
But the third time I saw it, I paid attention to the story. And I was enamored by its message, which I always took as a metaphorical commentary on the self-destruction of our “civilized” self in favor of a more sincere existence…an abandonment of the hollow, unfulfilling lifestyles of mainstream society, filled with useless material possessions, in favor of a life predicated on personal character and visceral life experiences…“You are not your fucking khakis”, etc.
Of course, at the time, I was doing a lot of drugs. Now that I’m older, soberer, and stuck in a career, I wonder if Fight Club was just a cool flick, and I was overreaching when I thought I gleaned a powerful, life affirming allegory.
So, esteemed Doper, please offer your own take. Is there a message in the movie? If so, is it a wortwhile one? I’ll still love Fight Club if it doesn’t hold valuable insight and deep meaning, so let me have it.
