Fight club is one of those films that makes you think.
First there was a book. Back in 1996 a novel by Chuck Palahniuk was published.
Fight Club was given life.
In the following years Hollywood industry asked David Fincher to join in and adapt the novel to the widescreen.
In 1999, Fight Club was alive. And its cult began to arise.
Fight club is above all a satire of what we are, what we care, how we deal with each other. Things consume you and not the other way around.
We are consumers. Every single human is a consumer by excellence but how far does it goes? What do we need to be happy? Do we actually give a fuck about what is right or wrong?
What do you really want to for your life? What's your life meaning? Life time goes faster than you can handle.
Do we need more and more electronic products, house decors, fashion clothes, expensive artifacts?
Late in the year, in November there's what they call: the Black Friday.
People get blind with the illusional discounts and fight in the shop for the spare products left. It is a kind of fight club.
How much do we need to fight to feel we are real? To feel our primitive instincts, blood running through our veins, be awake and sharpen our senses which have been so dully, sleepy by the technological and electronic devices which are reshaping our brain functions.
Because in the end, fighting is not really what we have been looking for, or is it?
Fight Club is a masterpiece. From its director, to its outstanding cast, production, conception, you name it.
Fabulous film to watch over and over.
One of my favorites.
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