This film is so great, it's practically hypnotic! Peppered with top-level dark humor, it's an ever-relevant examination of masculine anger at a complaisant, material and commercialized world. The screenplay is as sharp as a razor, as is Fincher's direction. Norton and Bonham Carter are fantastic as always, and Pitt's performance might just be his all-time best. In every regard, this is Fincher's finest film.
A satire of capitalism, consumerism and social isolation wrapped in a big ball of complete chaos and mayhem. Everything we've come to expect and conform to for most people in their 30s, a good little robot fitting into the ideals of societies structure and Fight Club places it under a spotlight highlighting the pointless meaning of it all presented in microscope closeups, anarchist characters and split personalities.
By far, David Fincher's worst movie and one of the most overrated and worst movies of all time. This is the epitome of 1990s style over substance. It continues to gain critical acclaim because of its supposed critique of capitalism but it's nothing more than an aggressive exploitation fantasy of macho male violence.