Fight Club (Fincher, 1999): Prince Charles Cinema, 5.25pm
This 35mm screening presentation is also screened on August 4th, 8th and 17th. You can find all the details here.
Chicago Reader review:
This
exercise in mainstream masochism, macho posturing, and designer-grunge
fascism (1999) is borderline ridiculous. But it also happens to be David
Fincher's richest movie--not only because it combines the others (Alien 3, Seven, The Game) with chunks of Performance,
but also because it keeps topping its own giddy excesses. Adapted by
Jim Uhls from Chuck Palahniuk's novel, this has something--but only
something--to do with a bored Edward Norton encountering a nihilistic
doppelganger (Brad Pitt) who teaches him that getting your brains bashed
out is fun. Though you're barely allowed to disagree with him, your jaw
is supposed to drop with admiring disbelief at the provocation, and the
overall impression of complexity might easily be mistaken for the
genuine article. In other words, this is American self-absorption at its
finest.
Jonathan Rosenbaum
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