I love its casting. The very moment this movie starts, you know it's going to be some crooked masterpiece.
David Fincher doing what he does best, adding that gritty, grainy, blood soaked environment in dark shades and black hues.
I like the crude unrefined neo-noir visor it has going on.
I guess there's a time in your life when you totally relate to the emasculating feel that movie /book exudes. When you want to go berserk to some level and rebel against every nesting instinct you've known learnt and brought up to be a part of.
It's funny but I always remember fight club when I'm at an Ikea store, when I see each plate, mug, bed sheet and DIY furniture in this house is IKEA.
(I think if I were Tyler, I'd rig my fridge and gas to imitate a small scale explosion) only my fridge would explode with a million groceries and few condiments.
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