Posts Tagged ‘Tyler Durden’

Fight Club Friday: It Happens, the shit that came out of Marla’s mouth edition

January 21, 2011

Oh, hey: how’s the judging, Judgey Judgewell?


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Look. In Marla's defense. We ladies? Sometimes we just say things and aren’t so much aware of what those things are, such like any person might do after getting banged like a screen door in a hurricane. It Happens.

Fight Club Friday: Warning

August 27, 2010

Friday night’s all right for fighting.


Tyler, I will quit excessively masturbating when you pry the internet out of my cold, dead hands.

The usual warning on the VHS/DVD release of Fight Club (David Fincher, 1999) has been … altered. In many ways it’s a far superior and more dire warning than the normal: less materialism, more connection to one another — no threat of jail time, but rather the threat of an empty life.

Is this little fun tidbit also on the Blu-Ray? I assume yes, but haven’t seen it personally.

Fight Club Friday: Lost generation

August 20, 2010


I see all this potential, and I see squandering. An entire generation wasted. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t.

(Tyler Durden, Fight Club (David Fincher, 1999).)

Well, Brad Pitt will. But you and I won’t.