Mr. Rilch dragged me to see Fight Club this afternoon. I didn’t want to go; I wanted to see Three Kings. I had been misinformed about Fight Club; I thought it was going to be another one of those Good Will Hunting stroke jobs; boys challenging a man’s game, and eventually triumphing over the played-out oldsters. It wasn’t like that a bit. I won’t say a word about it until enough other people here have seen it, partly because I hate spoilers, and partly because I’m not even going to try to explain this film. All I will say is that I started out not wanting to be there, but the opening of this film grabs you whether you want to be grabbed or not. I honestly thought I knew where it was going, but I was so wrong. I hope that’s not even saying too much. See it. See it twice; I’m gonna have to. Jeez, and I thought I wasn’t going to see anything this year that was better than American Beauty! Also, Brad Pitt’s character was so much like Mr. Rilch’s best friend that when he first appeared on screen we both said his name immediately.
Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.