The sense of place and uniformly superb performances make it worth seeing, and maybe ultimately singing along with.
This is my condensed version of David Fincher's 1999 romantic comedy masterpiece, "Fight Club," to accompany and expand on my personal/critical essay below. Notice that only one punch is thrown. The violence is psychological, inner-directed and apocalyptic. That's the idea. See for yourself. (Speaking of condensation: Did you know that you can make explosives from soap and condensed orange juice? Tyler Durden says so. But don't talk about it.)
PLAY THIS MOVIE LOUD.