Just finished watching Fight Club again for about the dozenth time. Actually I hadn't seen the movie since it came out, I think I was about eleven. I wasn't even planning on watching it, it just happened. I was flipping through the channels and my fingers seemed to stop right on it, lingered on the button the whole time, but somehow my consumed mind's power seemed to able to tell it to stay. I realized watching it that, even though I may not have understood it very well when I was younger, I remembered everything. And I remembered what it meant to me. I even remember watching it with commentary and seeing all the stupid features on the DVD with the nifty little packaging that it used to have, not the new one. I don't even own the movie.
This isn't a movie review. This movie deserves much more than that. I haven't read the book, but now I desperately yearn to. It will be the next payment on my bank account.
Watching it and listenning to everything that was being said, depressing and fucked up as it was, made me have a sense of satisfaction for humanity. Thank you Chuck Palahniuk for writing this awesome story and being to be straight forward about the bullshit that goes on in our everyday lifes. This is a breathe fo freash air. They're not trying to sell you anything, or show off anything. They;re just giving it to you like it is, makig you think, making you question things and saying "hmm, that's true, why do I put up with this?" This book/movie/story whatever is classic. It's all of us, in our everyday lives, in our minds, in our deepest unspoken thoughts. Wouldn't we all just want to become who we really think we are and stop hiding, and stop following everyone's rules, and just say "screw you corporate, screw you boss, screw you mom, dad, teacher, whoever, I'm going to do things my way and I don't care whether I ever achieve my goal, because I have none, I just want to LIVE".
Life it too short, and those are my two cents.
In a sense this story makes me a bt sick. The characters were sick, the setting was sick, the whole story was a bunch a convuluted nonsense, but it was damn magical. This is the kind of tale that makes me, as a female, want to say hell yes lets get out there and fight, and beat those assholes, release that anger, and look the other person straight in the eye and not see them, but see all the other crap that makes my day all that much heavier. In a mastercard commercial, this is the story that would be called priceless.
Anyways, that's enough movie magic rant though..BTW did I mention that the way the movie itself was done was FANTASTIC. The camera angles, the transitions, the lighting, the way it flowed. The movie was pure gold, David Fincher is genuis.
In other news, I've taken it upon myself to release my inner procrastinator and become more self sufficient. I spent most of last night and this morning sorting through over a thousand e-mails, including some 500 unread ones. Yup, that's me. Hate it or love it, its what you get. HOWEVER, in this new lease I've turned I will no longer be a lazy fuck and I will therefore return all messages and e-mails at the moment they are first read, and do all the other useless crap that needs to be done when it needs to.
Me inbox is now empty...I wonder how long this will last.
That's it for now, and uh...go watch Tropic Thunder....that review will be up soon.
shamone_mj months ago, this is a new rip with better quality.
carlitapants claims I did ;D. Two days after the concert I think I think everything has finally really settled in and I can now calmly, though still very much excitedly, recap the whole experience. :D
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