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Fight Club (1999) 140 minutes (Fox) Written by Jim Uhls. Directed by David Fincher. "We're the middle children of history... our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives."  I
am Jack’s cry for salvation.
My kitschy apartment and clever art speak of my consumerist lifestyle. This concrete nest has an air of contentment that masks a reflection of complacency. While I can make a sandwich with any of the five mustards in my refrigerator, I can’t sleep. My life is a slow-motion haze. “A copy of a copy of a copy.” Save me. Enter into the world of a man whose life is full of nothing; a thirty-year old boy who has a career, a furnished apartment, and spiritual depression. Fight Club looks at the seeming contentment of the realized American Dream. “We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we’ll be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.” It is this realization that takes us on a journey of how a man seeks improvement in self-destruction; a post-modern vision maturing in an age of strong women without the balance of a responsible male figure-head. The stylized look of the film takes the viewer on a ride of visual stimulation. While the gore may be graphic, the idea of what is being fought is unsettling. It is a nihilistic experience that hopefully causes introspection, provokes discussion on societal values, and questions the value of IKEA furnishings. essay by Annette
Lopez
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