MAS Story Writers Blog

Don’t start a club, do fight a little though.

Posted in Uncategorized by Jacob Sempler on November 18, 2009

I remember the first time I saw Fight Club. I was deeply disappointed, and I was thirteen. Now, I’m wise and old and I know that Fight Club had a higher purpose than a muscle-bound Brad Pitt. I love the take against capitalism. I love the anti-commercialism. I love Marla Singer. Fight Club is all about soap made from rotund gold diggers, waiters pissing in soup and stuff that ends up owning you. The unnamed narrator (Edward Norton), works as an accident investigator for a car company. He fights insomnia, men and himself. He goes to support groups for men with testicular cancer to feel pitied. He creates the man he always wanted to be, Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden (Dave: that’s a good name), makes soap, he organizes underground fighting clubs and he fucks like a god. Everything that the narrator isn’t.

To be honest, I don’t really feel worthy writing about a movie this good. The discussion about stuff, that we’re all crap-collectors in an IKEA-world, is spectacularly accurate. The stuff we own do end up owning us. After Edward Norton’s apartment has been set on fire (by his alter ego), he feels empty. He goes on about his perfect apartment, his coffee table, the coffee table books, the BILLY bookshelf. To me it’s weird that things we buy actually can make you feel complete. Last week I found another beautiful watch at an obscure japanese website that I just had to have. I tell myself that “this is probably the last watch I’ve ever need”. That I will feel complete when I have that watch on my wrist. But I won’t. I’m such a hypocrite.

And of course, Tyler Durden wraps it up elegantly with “This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time”. “Fuck off with your sofa units and green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let… lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.” That’s really what this is all about. It can be applied to pretty much every aspect of life. We do everything we can for just a little bit of self-achievement in our lives. I mean, my iPhone has more control over my life than I will ever have over my own. It’s dangerous, I trust my phone more than I trust a guy I meet at a bar. That’s not a healthy relationship. Just because I own a cool gadget, follow a pretentious French tweeting genius or that I early reject instead of early adopt doesn’t mean I’m special. “You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.” We take ourselves too serious, and we value the crap we own too high. This is an impeccably good movie nailing what escapism is all about, but of course Chuck Palahniuk’s book is better. Now, go out and lose a fight, because remember: “You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”

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