Fight Club
Fight Club is a 1999 American film directed by David Fincher, and starring Brad Pitt, Edward Norton and Helena Bonham Carter. It is based on the 1996 novel by Chuck Palahniuk. Norton plays the unnamed narrator, who is discontented with his white-collar job. He forms a "fight club" with soap salesman Tyler Durden (Pitt), and becomes embroiled in a relationship with an impoverished but beguilingly attractive woman, Marla Singer (Bonham Carter). Palahniuk's novel was optioned by Fox 2000 Pictures producer Laura Ziskin, who hired Jim Uhls to write the film adaptation. Fincher was selected because of his enthusiasm for the story. He developed the script with Uhls and sought screenwriting advice from the cast and others in the film industry. It was filmed in and around Los Angeles from July to December 1998. He and the cast compared the film to Rebel Without a Cause (1955) and The Graduate (1967), with a theme of conflict between Generation X and the value system of advertising. Studio executives did not like the film, and they restructured Fincher's intended marketing campaign to try to reduce anticipated losses. Fight Club premiered at the 56th Venice International Film Festival on September 10, 1999, and was released in the United States on October 15, 1999 by 20th Century Fox. The film failed to meet the studio's expectations at the box office and received polarized reactions from critics. It was ranked as one of the most controversial and talked-about films of the 1990s. However, Fight Club later found commercial success with its home video release, establishing it as a cult classic and causing media to revisit the film. In 2009, on its tenth anniversary, The New York Times dubbed it the "defining cult movie of our time."
Why is she here? Tying up loose ends. Put me down, you bald-headed fucks! I'm begging you, please don't do this. I'm not doing this. We are doing this. This is what we want. No, I don't want this. Right, except you is meaningless now. We have to forget about you. Jesus, you're a voice in my head. You're a voice in mine. You're a fucking hallucination, why can't I get rid of you? You need me. No, I don't, I really don't anymore. Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility. I do. I am responsible for all of it, and I accept that. So please, I'm begging you, please call this off.
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I will bring us through this. As always, I will carry you, kicking and screaming, and in the end, you will thank me. Tyler. Tyler, I'm grateful to you for everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this. What do you want?! Want to go back to the shit-job, fucking condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you. I won't do it. Oh, God, this can't be happening. It's already done, so shut up. 60 seconds. Can you see alright?
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