I recall when critics were dogging Fincher for Alien³ and laboring over the fact that he got his real start directing music videos. They said he was all flash and no substance. Well after the dark genius of "Se7en", cunning surrealism of "The Game" and now the shock with substance of "Fight Club" he has established himself as one hell of a director.By now you have probably heard all the hype about this movie so I am not going to go into much plot detail. Besides, I think the best way to see this movie is to go in knowing as little as possible.
I will say that once strapped in get ready for one hell of a bloody ride in a movie that shreds convention as effectively as the characters shred each other.
The cast is uniformly excellent. Pitt and Norton don't disappoint and at times appear so into their characters that you wonder how much is acting and how much is a manifestation of the actor's own personal aggression. Very refreshing after seeing so many great actors sleepwalk through their roles lately.
The real star here though is the director.
Every ounce of blood, sweat and tears (count ‘em) is shown with incredible attention to detail. The camera work and look of the film alternates between fluid and jarringly unstable as the mood dictates. I never got the sense that Fincher was showing off because every awkward angle and every offbeat directorial touch was in perfect synch with the storyline.
I repeat: If you haven't already seen this movie and know little about it, go no further. The less you know about it the more you will appreciate it.Rated R for Violence, Profanity, Loud Fucking, Battered Skulls and High Levels of Testosterone. It doesn't get much better than that.