The first rule of Fight Club is “Do Not Talk About Fight Club.” The second rule is “Do Not Talk About Fight Club.” Well, tonight, we’re going to talk about Fight Club.
In the late ’90s, I attended an advanced screening of this movie in Boston. It’s been an all-time favorite of mine since then, and it made me a Fincher fan for life. One thing you can do to refresh your viewing experience is to play the DVD with the commentary on. It features David Fincher, Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, and Helena Bonham Carter. (Sorry. No Meatloaf.) Their behind the scenes personalities are what make the commentary so much fun to listen to. It’s like being at a dinner table talking about a book that everyone has read and that everyone still has questions about.
Norton talked about nihilism and Nietzsche; Meatloaf’s nipples; and The HBC’s height. (The cast shortened Helena Bonham Carter to “The HBC.”) The HBC was dry and discussed the movie from a very technical perspective. She talked about her difficulty pronouncing words ending in “-er”. “Oh, golly, you know, so sorry. I’m British.” Brad Pitt was a clown. You could hear him in the back cracking jokes. No one really laughed. “Aww, man,” he said. “You guys are dicks.”
Fun fact I learned: Remember when Pitt and Norton are teeing off on golf balls in their yard late one night? Pitt spilled the beans on that scene. They weren’t acting. In real life, they were wasted. Hammered.