Yesterday afternoon before heading home, I watched a movie in the library. It was so queit, and with few people studying there. Looking at the flat unoccupied tables, I lost in thougt. Seems that all the wooden things here were for some reason, and without examinees burying themselves in papers and sheets, they were to molder, to dilapidate.

 

I was here as usual, but with completely different mood.

 

The movie was called Fight Club, very famous I think, by the famous director David Fincher. I had it saved in my computer long time ago but no time to watch it until yesterday when all exams were finished temporarily. Sometimes, watching a movie, no matter it's a classic or a peice of vulgar show, it gives me a peace in mind. Maybe the laziness of mind I guess.

 

I never thought Edward Norton is such a good actor. I knew him but never as impressive as in this one. He is a patient..mentally illed. I was nearly stunned when I finally knew he was a schizophrene, but he was a genius setting up a club like that, for ppl to fight and vent. By pounding and striking, they forgot who they were, why they got bored, how to make boss happy......everything was mixed with blood and broken teeth...Violent again? No. It's about mind and sorta cynical.

 

"I looked around and I looked around. I see a lot of new faces, which means a lot of people have been breaking the first two rules of Fight Club. I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential. I see squandered. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas. Waiting tables. Slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War is a spitirual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very very pissed off."---Tyler

 

The sense of rebellion is somewhat familiar ...like in the movie A Clockwork Orange...What Alex had done...I thought he was an extremist but it turned out in the end he was the sad good one. Here we have Tyler and the confused narrator. Two in one, anti-consuming-society guy, but it's not just rebel, it's about psyche struggle, seemingly it's like boxing in the street, actually it's the fight with oneself, just like what the protagonist did in his boss' office. Perfectly hitting by his own fists.

 

Norton was great in it. Just so profoundly performed the disturbed, by insomnia and his life. His plain narration makes me think again and again. How come an accident analyst in a big car company had such a sophisticated idea about the society he lived in? No doubt quite a few people agree with him and fascinated by his deed.

 

Sometimes I felt cheated by some schizophrenes, how imaginative they could become, but always amazed at the theme. You've gotta watch it, all. Probably twice.