Let me first preface this review by saying that Chuck Palahniuk is by far and away one of my all time favorite authors. I’m not sure if Fight Club was the first book by him I read (this could very well be true, but my memory is a bit hazy these days). But whether it was or not, Chucky P’s writing style and strange and unexpected plot twists are amazing. I wish that I could be the writer that he is. But there is really only one Chucky P. Also my favorite novel of all time is Invisible Monsters also by Chuck. They were going to make this book into a movie as well but sadly it never panned out.
Anyway, I digress…
The movie version of this book is pretty much on the nose. They didn’t take any liberties here, the script is almost word for word to the book. This doesn’t happen very often with adaptations, but you don’t mess with Chuck. There is no reason to. He’s a freaking literary genius (I’m gushing, I know, but I really love and admire the guy). If you have already read the book but not seen the movie, you should still see the movie. The acting is amazing, Edward Norton and Brad Pitt both played their parts insanely well and it was nice to see those characters come to life on the screen.
As I mentioned, Chuck is known for his plot twists. And they usually come way out of nowhere. I have read all his novels and have never been able to predict where they are going. It just hasn’t happened. So here is the essential plot boiled down to it’s premise. As one would assume by the title there is probably going to be a club where one fights. Obviously. But why? The reasons are a little bit what you’d expect (those aggressive men, what can you do?) and a little bit crazy.
The main character loses all of his worldly belongings when his apartment essentially explodes. He meets Tyler Durden, a crazy mofo who is about as unconcerned with things and possessions as you could possibly be. In the opening sequences the main character is shown obsessing about IKEA furniture (hey I get it, IKEA is awesome and one could become easily obsessed). He moves in with Tyler who has a business making soap and he lives in an abandoned house in the middle of a industrial district with no neighbors for miles around. Chaos and mayhem ensues (project Mayhem) and the common worker takes a nice big chunk out of the corporate oppressors. Score!
The whole movie really boils down to the essential fact that “You are not your possessions.” Or rather the quote from the man Tyler himself is “You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”
The ending is also pretty damn righteous.