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.
Spoilers abound.
