Watched.
My rating: 8.7/10.
let's break the first 2 rules of Fight Club and talk about it.
I believe that Fight Club is a love story between young men and the projection of masculinity as projected by the media and society. Its obvious that The Narrator and Tyler Durden are the same guy; why is it treated like its a big reveal?
The film is all about dichotomy, as represented by the Yin-Yang table lying among the rubble of The Narrator's burning apartment. But the problem with the protagonist is that he assumes that the Yang to his Yin is Tyler Durden (aka, toxic masculinity). In truth, the real Yang is Marla (femininity), but, of course, as a testosterone fueled, angry with his life, young man, he takes Marla as a threat when he first time sees her in her life (in his personality).
But he still uses her for pleasure while distancing himself from her mentally, i.e deluding himself that some part of him is not feminine. Isn't that what young men without a sense of self are prone to do? To try and fit that image of pure masculinity, hurting themselves in the process? Consuming products which they'll either never need and in the process of consuming, the products become a part of them as a person. Maybe they think of themselves as a product of last generation's fuckups and maybe that's why they feel entitled to anger.
But that's just a surface level reading. Its a solid script and its masterfully directed. The cinematography really captures The Protagonist's state of mind. Every shot almost smells of gasoline. Dreariness of the colour pallet is contrasted with the fast cutting action swirled with exciting needle-drops.
Its a bit overrated, but, as most overrated films, it has some merit.
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