USA, 1999, 138 min.
David Fincher's pitch black satire, an adaptation of Chuck Palahniuk's book “Fight Club”, is an uncompromising and cynical uppercut. Edward Norton shines as Jack, a man who wrestles with himself and chronic insomnia. Trapped in a boring job and addicted to obsessive consumerism and self-help groups, his nerves are ready to short-circuit at any time. Until he meets Tyler (Brad Pitt), a charismatic salesman of sea products with a twisted outlook on life: self-improvement is for the weak; self-destruction is the path to ultimate freedom. It doesn't take long before Jack and Tyler start bringing this philosophy into practice by beating the hell out of each other, a cathartic fight that will lead to more: the start a secret “fight club” that will bring other men into contact with the pleasures of physical violence.
“Fight Club” is a shocking and exciting roller coaster ride, visually stunning and drenched in self-irony. Released in 1999, the film was prophetic in the announcement of the perilous and destructive times of the new millennium, all the while being razor-sharp in its criticism on relative security and the optimism of progress of Western society in the 1990s, which was marked by individualism, consumerism, and corporate ideology.