I saw Fight Club last night, and wasn’t really excited to see it. I should have been. It was much better than I thought it would be. It was meant to be a slap in the face for all of us who go through life collecting more and more things. It was supposed to wake us up and tell us that life isn’t about that.
The way it brings the viewer to these realizations is what is so unique. Brad Pitt is good at playing, what I can only assume, is himself, but Edward Norton is great. Hell, even Meat Loaf is alright.
What made the experience of Fight Club memorable is the feeling of anarchy and chaos I got immediately after leaving the theater. Coupled with this was the feeling that I suddenly knew what was important in life and what was not, as if I had just awoken.
I peeled out of the parking lot (part of that anarchy thing…made even more absurd due to the fact that I was driving a corolla) and returned home to lie in bed and think of all I had been doing on a day to day basis and what I should be doing; nothing revolutionary, but something to be reminded of now and again.
I am sure in a couple days I will be back to my designer furniture, townhouse, and khakis awaiting another slap in the face.