I finished the book, “Fight Club” by Chuck Palahniuk in two days (Saturday and Sunday),the quickest one, all 218 pages of it ,because my niece has to give it back to her friend on Monday. On Sunday night, before falling asleep, I managed to watch half of it, despite my eyes begging for a rest, the next day I finished watching it, fascinated by my new-found appreciation to this very witty and timely work. I also became profoundly interested and alarmed by my sleep patterns lately, for fear of things going wrong due to my lack of rest. In Psychology class 15 years ago, I distinctly remember its definition, “Sleep, the voluntary rest of sentient life”. I know sleep has numerous definitions popping out everywhere, specifically from the ubitiqously accessible and widely-used tool of communication called internet (Tyler Durden would hate the idea of it).
The book and movie is told through the eyes of its main protagonist, a man we can only call Cornelius (even if that’s not his real name but audiences has to give him one,for identification ) played by Edward Norton. In true Chuck Palahniuk fashion (I only read Haunted and seen a bit of Choke), characters are members of support groups and have a certain trying-to get-through-life look. In this case, Cornelius (as I like to identify him), has a stable job in a large car company but gets to travel a lot or spend it in the office. It may be enviable for most people but his discontentment and general unhappiness about his life made him very troubled. For one, his insomnia is getting worse and his need for human connection via support groups that aren’t really necessary for him. In one of those meetings, a girl caught his eye by the name of Marla Singer, played by Helena Bonham Carter. She, like him, always show up to support groups but she smokes like a chimney in the movie version, even when she’s attending the cancer therapy group. Cornelius always travels and so, in one of his trips, he met Tyler Durden (Brad Pitt), an interesting and fascinating character that he met on a plane and would eventually be the most twisted point in his solitary and almost boring life.
The movie is quite different from the book version but the author himself adapted it in the big screen. David Fincher, the director, made a name for himself through this movie. Fight Club was released sometime in the early to mid 90s’, a time when grunge was everywhere and materialism or wealth was openly despised. The essence of the movie and book is very appropriate during that time, that’s why they’re (book and movie) hugely successful and made everyone involved household names. When I read it now for the first time, It confounds me to think that just a decade and a half later, the difference is staggering-the complete opposite of what the Fight Club is all about is what we’re advocating right now. Money has never been blatantly exposed. At the time of its release, the name Tyler Durden is part of the pop culture due to its popularity but now, I doubt it. (Would Brad Pitt be a household name?)
I thoroughly enjoyed both and I’m secretly glad that I shared Tyler Durden’s sentiments when he said “Don’t want to die without scars”. All in all, it’s one of those mental heath/illness movies that racked my mind up-hoping fervently that I don’t have an issue with one.