Classic Review: Fight Club (1999)

I’m breaking Fight Club’s first two rules here: i.e. don’t read this if you haven’t seen the movie.


Fight Club is angry. It’s nasty, filled with vitriol and it wants everyone to notice. It’s a bitter and bitterly funny exposé of a hyper-masculine fantasy, itself a critique of a so-called “IKEA lifestyle” whereby men are domesticated through consumer culture and societal expectations. Continue reading “Classic Review: Fight Club (1999)”