The first rule of fight club is that you don't talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is that you don't talk about Fight Club. However because both these rules exist to be broken I am talking about Fight Club. Get it? If you don't that's fine.
I am Jacks second paragraph.
Fight Club is a film that I get. I don't get what I get but I know that I get it. It's a film about not being satisfied with life. Life isn't worth it at times. Entire days of going through the motions seeing other people getting dealt better hands than you. Of course the grass could be greener and it will always be greener on the other side.
I am Jacks third paragraph.
It's an odd case of wish fulfilment. We all know that one person we wanna be like or that idea of a better self. I had that idea too, I always told myself when I'd be older I'd be better, I'd be more confident, I'd know how to talk to girls, I'd be cool, I'd be popular. But that's the thing about growing up, you don't improve just by doing it. All the while there's someone else who has it all, everything you want and more. In short you have Tyler Durden, and to quote the man himself:
"All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not."
I am Jacks fourth paragraph.
I shouldn't be talking about Fight Club. That's the first and second rules. But everything about it deserves to be talked about. The direction, the acting, the themes, the music and everything in between and beyond. But why should I talk about it? Watch the film. You've got nothing better to do with your life.
I am Jacks fifth paragraph.
There's something fascinating about watching this film progress. From one man who hates the world in front of him. To two guys beating the crap out of each other, to several guys beating the crap out of each other, to violent criminals and finally terrorists. All wanting to go back to zero.
I am Jacks sixth paragraph.
Death is a pretty big deal in this film. What did you wanna do before you die? A question asked whilst in front of an incoming truck. Did you do everything you wanted to in life? Was it worth it? I don't know the answer to that.
I am Jacks seventh paragraph.
Just a little reminder as we wrap up here.
"You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world."
I am Jacks final question.
Do you feel good about yourself?
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