Bloody Rationalism
David Fincher's Fight Club has one significant advantage over every other cinematic thrill machine out there: it feels genuinely dangerous. Stylishly funky yet faultlessly streamlined, a strange concoction of incessant momentum, spasmodic hilarity, insinuating weirdness and, not incidentally, a brilliant, catalytic performance by Brad Pitt, this fevered fantasy touches on the most primal of antisocial urges so directly that it risks being taken as a textbook for malevolent misfits. That, in part, is what's fun about the movie?it's bound to upset all sorts of people.