What an outstanding movie – one of the rare ones that actually captures the "fight & violence" aspect of being a male without being too pathetic or macho about it.

And it perfectly portrays madness as well.

I think Fight Club is the Office Slaves perfect dream of breaking out and finally releasing his anger of his own conformity and the stupidity of modern life.

But consuming Fight Club is one again mental masturbation: you only watch it, you are not doing it.

Facing violence and actually fighting someone else can’t be consumed. There is no substitute for pain, angst, triumph, excitement and fury.

A movie can go only so far – and Fight Club does a great job of pushing the male identity question down the throats of it’s audience …

Well done, Sir!

More? Fight Club @ Wikipedia