Tonight my friend and I watched Fight Club, a movie which is inexplicably popular, especially among young men of our age. I can understand why women might want to see it: Brad Pitt is hot, and that's simply a fact of life. But what sick unconscious urges draw guys to watch, in greedy fascination, as people are brutally smashed into a bloody pulp by another sweaty, hairy and half-naked individual? That had to be the most graphically violent movie I have seen in recent memory. I don't mind blood and guts when there's a point. War movies are fine in that respect. Strange mess-with-your-mind psychological thrillers that rely on weirdos beating the ever-loving shit out of one another are another story.
As for the point/plot of it, it's kind of a headachey blur. There was this chronically messed up girl in it, and the main character has some serious psychosis going on, but what was the point? Some stupid hackneyed message about how we are trapped by our possessions. We are not free. Civilization is evil. We should destroy everything and go back to grinding corn and bagging game. Why do these reverse-the-industrial-age people seem to believe that destroying what mankind has made will make anything better? Things couldn't have been all that fabulous back then or we wouldn't have tried to change anything at all. We would have stayed in our caves happily, clubbing things to death and roasting the occassional gazelle over the open fire. What a pleasant thought. Who decided that there can be no freedom in the middle of society? Aren't they choosing the easy way out by trying to blast themselves a path to enlightenment? It would be far more difficult to live in society and free yourself from it by your own will than to try to bring it down. People who try to change everything at once so often seem to be incapable of changing themselves.