Fight Club ends up owning you
Some guys seem to love quoting Fight Club in a way that suggests that they’re grizzled existential veterans — scarred-but-smarter straight talkers who are out there serving the hard truth and really getting people thinking about the nature of our tuned-out consumer culture. Yeah.
But, just remember: all that strident and perspicacious life advice may be coming at you courtesy of a doughy, goateed white guy who’s now watched a single DVD enough times to quote it from memory.
David Fincher should reissue a special edition that ships with a beard trimmer, a bag of Doritos™, and a large motherfucking grain of salt.