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Genre | Drama |
Format | AC-3, Blu-ray, Color, Dolby, DTS Surround Sound, Dubbed, NTSC, Subtitled, Widescreen |
Contributor | Brad Pitt, David Fincher, Helena Bonham Carter, Meat Loaf, Edward Norton |
Language | English, Spanish, French, Portuguese |
Runtime | 2 hours and 19 minutes |
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Fight Club
An unassertive, defeated man discovers that he has an alter-ego, a sociopathic anarchist/terrorist who is plotting the destruction of society, and he must silence the destructive element of his personality before calamitous bombing schemes occur nationwide.
Genres- Action / Adventure / Drama
Run Time - 139 mins
Director - David Fincher
Cast - Brad Pitt,Edward Norton, Helena Bonham Carter, Jared Leto, Meat Loaf Aday
Product Description
"'Fight Club' pulls you in, challenges your prejudices, rocks your world and leaves you laughing" (Rolling Stone). Brad Pitt ("12 Monkeys", "Seven"), Edward Norton ("Primal Fear," "American History X") and Helena Bonham Carter ("Mighty Aphrodite," "A Room With A View") turn in powerful "performances of which movie legends are made" (Chicago Tribune) in this action-packed hit.
A ticking-time-bomb insomniac (Norton) and a slippery soap salesman (Pitt) channel primal male aggression into a shocking new form of therapy. Their concept catches on, with underground "fight clubs" forming in every town, until a sensuous eccentric (Bonham Carter) gets in the way and ignites an out-of control spiral toward oblivion.
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- Aspect Ratio : 2.40:1
- Is Discontinued By Manufacturer : No
- MPAA rating : R (Restricted)
- Product Dimensions : 0.7 x 7.5 x 5.4 inches; 0.01 ounces
- Item model number : 5823143
- Director : David Fincher
- Media Format : AC-3, Blu-ray, Color, Dolby, DTS Surround Sound, Dubbed, NTSC, Subtitled, Widescreen
- Run time : 2 hours and 19 minutes
- Release date : November 17, 2009
- Actors : Edward Norton, Brad Pitt, Helena Bonham Carter, Meat Loaf
- Dubbed: : French, Spanish
- Subtitles: : English, Spanish, French, Portuguese, Cantonese, Mandarin Chinese
- Studio : Twentieth Century Fox
- ASIN : B001992NUQ
- Number of discs : 1
- Best Sellers Rank: #13,095 in Movies & TV (See Top 100 in Movies & TV)
- #397 in Mystery & Thrillers (Movies & TV)
- #1,349 in Drama Blu-ray Discs
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One of the best movies ever made: An exercise in "visual philosophy", using all technical resources to illustrate and narrate a mental imaginary and machinations based plotline. Fight Club is a fable of the id, ego, and super ego interacting, to revive the main character ("Jack) from his stupor. This lethargy and detachment from his bodily needs and id instincts, prevents him to sleep and mate. His sexual drive and need for love have been channeled into consumerism. He buys things he doesn't need compulsively, to escape his misery without success. The solutions he (or his psyche segments) comes up with are evolutionary, but basically of the same substance he longs and aches for to awaken him from this lethargy. He starts off visiting shockingly bleeding heart -support groups. Used to the corporate politically correct, neutral and aseptic dialogues, this candidness rattles him up towards vitality, recognizing his own humanity, enlightening the steps to come in the path. Nirvana is his desired path, the path at the very core of all human being that looks for religion, drugs or any perception of god or what is beyond words and things, and ultimately that ghost inside us. His Id/super ego is Tyler Durden. He shows him how to escape from fear. That fear that drove him to drown himself into things, in work and vapid banality. Then there comes the Fight Club. "Fight club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words." Says Jack. It is not about violence in the sense of hurting someone else out of anger, I would add. Jack is detached from the animal we are, that eats, defecates, has sex and breathes. Jack is detached from the caveman we have been for thousands of years, that "evolved" men despise, but is rooted in our DNA. Jack is an extreme case of the dangers of excessive consumerism, individuality and materialism of our culture. Jack fears loosing (a fight, his job, anything that threatens his ego or causes him pain) and longs for human contact and intimacy. Searching for a relationship is a big stretch. Baby steps, the support group first. Then fighting furnishes him with all this.
I would like to address the movie's critics like Robert Ebert, who fail to seize the zeitgeist and how fight club relates and how the violence is tangential. The story is about a very particular individual with a very common pathology who seeks a very unorthodox solution in a very dire, desperate situation. This masterpiece exercises and puts forth "visual philosophy", displaying what would be a modern version of Zen enlightenment exercises or Koans. There is no doctor that treats greed and Ikea fetishes. This dude is on his own. He needs to get in touch with his masculinity and loose the fear at the root of all fears, the fear of death, and so do the other attendees of the Fight Club.
Fighting is a start; the fear of physical harm is in the same line. Guys don't go to Fight Club to win, everyone is a winner, because the target is to unload the burden of fear. If you desensitize yourself to the fear of punches and blood, abstract fear triggers, as being fired diminish by contrast. Our culture is plagued with fears of the unknown, the what ifs that blocks us from taking risks that could change or enhance our life.
Tyler Durden, the superego is boundless and moves forward unfettered to things that are not realistic for the ego, the pranks and crimes against possessions of the project mayhem. But before that he confronts Jack with the fear of death using chemical burn. Crazy, unorthodox yet effective, and more important in a movie: entertaining.
Finally, Jack evolves towards love, the main driver from the start. The movie is a love story. His relationship with the woman is abrasive, because his sexuality is twisted, hence is expressed through unexpected outlets at the start. He develops his personality and is able to express caring for a female and start a relationship and integrates his psyche, destroying his overpowering superego. Metaphorically expressed by the dissolution of Tyler.
A beautifully aesthetically stunning crafted movie, fluid as our thouth processes are. From the start it displays a voyage through the brain's fear center. As a fable that it is, the use of special effects and creative, aggressive, edgy cinematography suspends your disbelief into a journey in a very human experience, a tale about our war. As Tyler Durden says when he puts the finger on our greed/consumerism epidemic, "our war is a spiritual war". Interwoven masterfully are the elements of a man's struggle with this disease and fighting our war. It never stops being an action film.
The rant that Tyler delivers to the fight club, encapsulates some of the concerns the movie wants to bring the audience to brood upon. It is one of the few congruent lines thrown in your lap to understand the movie and the issues brought to light. Issues related to living lives without meaning, in mechanic jobs we hate, to buy stuff conditioned by the media to, but that we really don't truly need. We've become consumer droids. Space monkeys conditioned to press buttons towards oblivion. The media offers its carrot: fame, fortune, and every Ego-booster conceivable. And if the entanglement is rooted on the ego logic, ego perception and egotistic behavior it only messes up the problem further. All reinforces the need to gain awareness of the influence of the ego.
The movie doesn't wrap up nicely the answers to these questions, and throws them on your lap.
This movie left me with the strong impression of watching one of the most aggressive criticisms towards the dangers of excessive consumerism, of my generation.
It is difficult to believe it was made by the director of Seven and two of the most prominent actors of our generation who put their necks on the line to express these concerns.
Bravo!!
Critics and viewers who think this is about getting your macho up miss the point. So do those who think this is a "violent" film. Fight Club is really about personal liberation, and genius that osolates into insanity.
Ed Norton's no name character is living a banal, materialistic yuppie life. He has no friends, no gal, and his possessions define him. Low and behold, he can't sleep.
Our hero first seeks refuge in support groups and new age mush. He goes to meetings for diseases and addicitions he does not have. He is a "tourist," and at first, a very sound sleeping one.
Until he meets Marla, fellow tourist. Marla is much better at this game than he is. She is also alot more crazy, or liberated, or both. She walks in traffic, realizing life can end any moment. She outwits her rival tourist, and soon, he is back to sleepless square one.
Soon, he meets Tyler. Tyler has no use for material objects, but has as much distain for the touchy feely, microwave sensativity alter-exisistance of our protagonist. Tyler beleives in living in the moment, which requires shedding of all attachments, physical and mental. "It is only when you have lost everything," he says, "that you are free to do anything"
How does one get here? The two start an underground, secret fight club, where other young men with similar plights can go and box, with total abandon. Eventually, this grows, to the edge of sanity. Soon, boxing is found to be only a means to an end--stripping ones self down to primal instincts and being truely alive. Between bouts, Tyler starts a fling with Marla.
But even fighting and worrier simplicity is not enough; the fight club decides to spread the gospel, and devise a plan to blow up several financial institutions, wiping out credit records and thus the whole base of materialistic capitalism, which, fight club members would say, binds us all into emotional sleep in pursuit of $300 neckties and Dolche Gabana armpit razors.
Fair enough, but anarchy was not what our narrator intended--all the guy was really trying to do was get some sleep--and he sets out to stop Tyler from executing his master plan.
Only one problem: Tyler does not exist.
This raises one of several major points in the film. Our hero did not feel he could make such big changes on his own, and sets up an alter-ego, which is really his ideal self--all the things he aspires to be and can't. This sounds insane, but to a degree, we all have a fantasy about doing what we want when we want, saying what crosses our mind, and being free from the demons-material, social, and psycological- that stop us from being ourselves. Usually, we see our ideal selves as another person, devorced from us.
Now, if we believe our heros version of events, he has gone quite mad, but on another level his madness is genius. We all have this internal process. He just externalized it, and probably came closer to getting free form his chains then most of us will. Where does personal liberation end and anarchy begin? Good question, and isn't it the fear of stepping over the line that stop most of us from finding out. Which is scarrier--staying how we are or wading into the forbidden zone? I don't know.
Fight Club makes more keen social comments. When our hereo begins to let go of his yuppie lifestyle and begins his 12-step programs, he is only trading one costume for another. The film is as critical of the 'lets cry and find our power animal' psudo-psychology that has infested out culture as it is the crass materialism it replaces. It is like the alcoholic who goes to AA, and this replaces the liqour as the base for his or her identity.
The violence in Fight Club is really not violence as we think of it. Everyone fighting wants to be there, and the intent of the fighting is collective liberation, not to do harm to another. It is a means to an end: with other characters, the boxing could have been pottery or fly fishing. So it is difficult to be upset by this "violence" when you consider its unique roll in the story.
Two other points about violence stand out: First, the one time he takes a fight to far and disfigures a fellow member, it is at a point in the film where he is about to go over the edge; a turning point.
Second, yes, empty skyscrapers are blown up at the end of Fight Club. But remember, this was two years before September 11th. We knew in the back of our minds a large scale terrorist attack was possible, but our biggest focus in 1999 was how much the NASDAQ went up each day; this was a very different time. America was partying. No one knew the unthinkable would happen soon, so you really can't say, retroactively, that the destruction in the film was in bad taste.
Regardless, Fight Club is a funny, entertaining, thought provoking film, its points much more nuanced than the title and fight scenes indicate.
Would be a 3 but I did relate to it a lot, and I love Brad Pitt so that makes it a 4.
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Reviewed in Italy on August 10, 2022
Pourtant, quand on insère le blu-ray du film dans son lecteur, on tombe sur le menu d'une décérébrante comédie romantique imaginaire pour adolescentes pré-pubères avec Drew Barrymore, puis l'image se pixelise, se brouille d'interférences et survient alors le menu en forme de catalogue Ikéa de Fight Club, accompagné d'une musique d'hypermarché. Après le DVD qui avait proposé un furtif écran d'avertissement détourné, le support HD rend à son tour hommage à la folle inventivité visuelle du film et annonce la couleur: vous voulez du produit marketing formaté? Et bien allez vous faire foutre. Ah et puis oubliez l'eau précieuse, ici y a que du savon fabriqué avec de la graisse humaine, OK?
"Where is my mind?", titre du morceau des Pixies qui clôt le long-métrage est la question qui doit triturer le cerveau fatigué d'un Edward Norton dépressif et insomniaque au début du film, dans lequel il incarne un petit expert en assurances spécialisé dans les accidents de voitures, dont la vie moribonde va être dynamitée par sa rencontre avec le charismatique Tyler Durden (Brad Pitt), vendeur de savon à la philosophie nihiliste. "Where is my mind?" car Fight Club est avant tout un survival spirituel. Mais un objet du genre radical, qui a filé un gros coup de vieux à Orange Mécanique. Un trip violent et primitif, où l'homme moderne occidental doit tout perdre pour être libre et éprouver la souffrance pour se sentir vivant. Ranimer un esprit aliéné par un capitalisme cynique et retrouver une animalité anesthésiée par une société de consommation émasculante. Une génération d'homme en manque de repères paternels et en quête d'identité qui a envie d'en découdre et de remettre tous les compteurs à zéro. D'exploser d'un coup de poing rageur le marasme conformiste ambiant et de filer un gros coup de latte dans le ventre du système de valeurs bourgeois, quand c'est pas dans la tronche de son prochain. Faut quand même admettre: c'est plutôt un film d'hommes. C'est pourtant une femme qui y joue un rôle salutaire et rédempteur.
David Fincher a trouvé dans le roman de Chuck Palahniuk ses thèmes de prédilection - quête obsessionnelle, aliénation, manipulation - et confectionne un film hallucinant, sensoriel, étourdissant, décapant, invraisemblable, outrancier, corrosif, tuméfiant, viscéral, furieux, hilarant, schizophrénique, éprouvant… bon oui euh…un truc de dingue, quoi dont la noirceur est contrebalancée par des perles d'humour…noir ("On m'avait plus baisée comme ça depuis l'école primaire", "Cette gonzesse, Marla Singer, n'avait pas de cancer des testicules. C'était une menteuse"). Un pur moment de rock'n'roll qui reste sans doute encore aujourd'hui la meilleure adaptation d'un roman jamais portée à l'écran. Palahniuk, époustouflé par le résultat final avouera d'ailleurs après coup avoir eu honte de son livre, matériau pourtant fantastique qui permet à Fincher de continuer à explorer les tréfonds obscurs de la psyché humaine. Le réalisateur qui a obtenu à Hollywood le privilège du final cut après son expérience douloureuse sur "Alien 3" confirme son immense talent, intransigeant dans sa direction d'acteur et imposant une sophistication visuelle impressionnante. Le film, ultra stylé dans son ambiance nocturne, regorge de trouvailles au service du scénario de Jim Uhls (incrustations graphiques, effets numériques, images subliminales, tremblement de pellicule) nappées d'une bande originale anxiogène concoctée par le duo électro Dust Brothers, aussi typique de l'univers "fincherien" que celle composée par Trent Reznor pour The social network, Gone girl ou le générique de Seven.
Côté interprétation, Norton se glisse à merveille dans la peau blafarde de ce zombie gavé à la publicité abrutissante et aux repas micro-ondés, ressuscitant quotidiennement grâce à sa participation assidue à diverses réunions d'entraide de cancéreux.
Quatre ans après Seven, Fincher offre à nouveau un rôle en or à Brad Pitt, dont le charisme emporte tout sur son passage. Le statut culte de l'oeuvre sera pour beaucoup dû aux diatribes dévastatrices déclamées par son personnage emblématique de gourou anarchiste, représentation physique de la perfection masculine virile, irradiant la pellicule tout en y insérant des images pornos durant ses heures de projectionniste occasionnel.
Avant d'être la muse gothique de Tim Burton, Helena Bonham Carter se livre ici à une prestation toute en grâce destroy. La beauté pâle et douce de son visage se fond idéalement dans la réussite esthétique du film. Fincher confie aussi deux seconds rôles à des chanteurs rock: un Meat Loaf mamellisé et un Jared Leto peroxydé, embrigadés dans le fracassant projet Chaos d'un film qui laisse K.O.
Cette satire s'avérera beaucoup trop explosive et déstabilisante pour faire l'unanimité critique. Une sensationnelle proposition de cinéma moderne qui filera notamment la gerbe aux journaleux des Inrockuptibles, Télérama et autres Cahiers du cinéma, ce qui est particulièrement réjouissant et en fait définitivement une oeuvre d'utilité publique.