Starring: Brad Pitt
Edward Norton
Helena Bonham Carter
Screenplay: Jim Uhls
Screening: 1999/10/15 (USA)
FIGHT CLUB - A movie that changed my life, COMPLETELY.
Actually I regret that I have been dragging it until now. Write down this text about the movie, because the excitement caused by the truly exciting and fanatical transformation it brought has faded. Now I, "Although I am quite comfortable in narrative, I have lost the fresh and crazy feeling of boldness."
Three years ago, I was repeating it. At that time, I was immersed in the deep despair that began when I was very young, because I knew too much darkness too early and I couldn’t bear it. For the coming second college entrance examination and the unexploded There is no feeling in life, and he spends all day sickly and excitedly soaking on the Internet. Until his body is extremely exhausted, he throws himself on the bed and washes his face with tears. What echoed in my ears was "The Loser" at No. 43, Baojia Street. The same album "The Storm Is Coming" also includes the first "Disintegration":
passing through this wholesale city, passing through millions of neon lights at Jianguomen,
passing by ATMs, stock terminals, passing by angelic girls on the east side of the city,
passing frozen electricity and The split moonlight passes by limousines with farts
passing by a mob of thousands of horses passing by the end of the twentieth century where we will be invested in money mixers
passing by supermarket playgrounds and squares passing by a network of computer chips and rumors
passing by the landscape of desire. The falling sky has gone through utter loneliness on the verge of madness,
through a frantic emptiness and nothingness, through freezing to the soles of the soles of the feet, self-rejection
through deception, gaining loss and forgetting, after countless orgasms, the heart and lungs are painful and inexplicable sadness
Passing through the soul dancing emptiness on Saturday night, passing the soft sobbing in the dream of the perfect machine,
passing the gilt-rimmed shining discounted freedom, passing the weightlessness of flying after the jump, but never being able to land again,
passing the newspaper phone billboard Hehe Viaduct, through cigarettes, screens, networks, and storms,
through streets, mountains, sea, and eternity, through love and life, through many years and many fantasies,
our generation buys dreams and souls with youth, but cruel changes can clean up our brains.
Expensive nihilism. One day’s tears filled the world’s best heart,
respected Mr. Confucius, where your hand is pointing right now
I’m lying on the soft bed meditating on the space without time, the exhausted future outside the window,
all this means Maybe my life would be a joke
I watched myself more and not their own but I have been unable to find their own
I watched myself more and I can not see myself had no confidence in compliance with its own
I watched my spirit can gradually collapse I can’t balance myself.
I see myself and the world disintegrate, but I can’t save myself.
If I didn’t play truant, I would accidentally find that I had arrived at school without knowing it; otherwise, it would be at 12 o’clock at noon. After woke up, I found myself sleeping at the desk in the reading room on the top floor of Northwest Book City all morning. The warm winter sun sprinkled through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows around me made me feel a moment of pure happiness. Looking out of the window along with them, I can't even see the "exhausted future". There are only car roofs all over the street. Dark, old and dirty roofs like this city.
God bless me. At that time, I was still aimlessly going to the library to read my favorite books because I didn’t know whether it was out of despair or persistence. So I saw the third wave of "Long "Gun Chronicles", so I learned that there is a place called DKC, so because I disliked Raistlin Majere's vicious attack on BENQ, I came to NTRPG, so I registered the indecent ID of Sexerrr in a little white mood and waited to be hacked...but It is probably ignored.
Suddenly one day, I found that my daily stay in NTRPG has far surpassed DKC. I think this is the reason for using FALL in front of in love. I found that I started to like it here, the atmosphere of home, and seeing a group of people full of "waste" and "hustle"... Although for a long time I still felt that "the excitement is theirs, I have nothing." , But even if it’s just watching, there is a heart full of warmth.
Because I thought "Xiao Fei Fei" is a rare girl who loves SFC, so he took the trouble to upload the Roms catalog to him using Yahoo albums, so there was a person called "Superior Skills" on QQ, so I learned to use MSN Messenger, because Lichtfield recommended 20th Century Boys and added this contact, so one night I learned of a movie. The name of the movie is called Fight Club.
"I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables; or they're slaves with white collars. Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs they hate so they can buy shit they don't need.
We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. The great war is a spiritual war. The great depression is our lives. We were raised by television to believe that we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars - but we won't. And we're learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed-off."
"In the fight club, I saw the strongest and strongest ever Excellent people, but they are wasted by the material society. Acting as gas workers, waiters, or white-collar slaves... Realistic society and damn advertisements let us pursue cars and fashion, yearning for brand-name fashions, high-end furniture, luxurious apartments, and let us do jobs that we hate so that we can make ourselves rich. Go buy shit that you don’t actually need. We are a generation abandoned by history. We have no goals or positions, no great wars, and no economic depression. Our great war is a struggle against our own souls, and our Great Depression is a matter of facing the material world with the emptiness of truth in our hearts. I have watched TV since I was a child, dreaming of becoming a millionaire, movie king or rock star one day. But we will not do this anymore, we are slowly uncovering the truth. We’re so fucking irritated..."
I’m convinced that this Tyler line, like the lyrics quoted earlier, is born out of Allen Ginsberg’s Howl: For Carl Solomon, but it’s more than the latter. What I needed most at the time: anger-and the strength it brought.
The trembling that lasted for several weeks after the sleepless night can still be clearly felt. I was as emotional as Carry in the first episode of Sex and the City before I met Mr.BIG, running around the campus, trying Among the top students, we found a target that could be a battle-of course it failed to do so.
Finally took off the torn yellow clothes that had been worn for too long and tightly bound me (remember Ellen in I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream), and finally took off self-pity and self-pity from the typical old Chinese literati I broke free from self-injury, and finally stopped "holding his hand to look at the tears", began to "stretch out the right hand to show the middle finger", and finally stopped begging for "Don't Break My Heart", but "Get Over It"!
I started to recommend this movie crazily to everyone I knew, but most of the results were unexpectedly indifferent. So I suddenly understood one thing: at least since then I have the first prop that can be used to quickly identify the same kind in a crowd.
After I came to Beijing, the continued enthusiasm made me challenge my nerves unscrupulously. Whenever I remove another burden, break free from another bondage, and betray a principle, I feel so relieved and relieved. Tyler's laughter with a mixture of acid and alkali and the laughter of Iorikan with blood in his hands melt into a raging fire. Burning in my heart...until one day a year ago, I received a letter.
The person who wrote the letter was a girl I used to like, and that letter was as sincere and calm as hers as always... In the previous vacation, she watched Fight Club on my broken computer, but was exhausted because of me at the time. I fell asleep and postponed my afterthought until this moment before sending it over.
She said she didn't like Fight Club, because the thing she hated most was controlling other people's thoughts. Tyler frees everyone from the ubiquitous value trap of capitalist society, but turns them into slaves who succumb to more primitive destructive instincts, which disgusts her.
I tried to answer her, but it was not difficult at all. Because I also frowned when the transition started in the middle of the movie. The core of the problem is still the old proposition: if people shouldn't live like this, then how can people live? I also remembered the complaints that she left in the class diary after finding out that almost no one really cared about learning well because she was a representative of the language department because she loved ancient Chinese culture and tried to squeeze the scores mechanically in high school, and what she wrote down Comment: "Some seemingly meaningless things are not formalism. Knowing that they cannot be done is also a kind of spirit." Just like Mr. Lu Xun, although he has experienced the same deep loneliness and despair as the darkness, "he said "I shot a gun" and did not give up because of the illusion of hope, "Because I think that despair and resistance are more brave than those who fight because of hope." I also appreciate Jack's last resistance: Don't like this Fucking Stupid's life? Burning one’s own home is enough. People don’t have the right to decide what kind of life others should lead; and even if the world is so empty, indifferent and insensitive, one has to live firmly with eternal faith-this attitude of resoluteness. It is a proof of meaning in itself-not to mention, we still have each other.
After that, I found that I inevitably retreated and started to feel the pain and pressure again, but at the same time I also liked the sense of responsibility that came to me quietly when I thought it would not exist. I still maintained the aversion to Jack's original boring life since I was a child, but I started to learn to at least support my family first. It seems that the pendulum has started a back-and-forth cycle, but I know it's not that simple. I would rather imagine this as a trajectory formed by the projection of a mass point on a plane rising along a spiral trajectory, which seems to be repetitive but not the case.
So. Where is my mind?
As others have already written:
"For a long time, I have thought clearly about one thing: in this campus, in this city, in this country, and on all campuses on this planet, there are only two kinds of people who come and go. One kind is obtained and kept. Achieved an ideal; a kind of person is shaken, lost, and buried ideals. And this is not all about their choice, so there is no remorse once and for all, and regret forever. A fair world will make them take two paths continuously Cross and overlap, they can jump onto each other’s way at any time as long as they want, but the intersection will become less and less, and their jumping strength will become less and less. Thinkers always teach me: Your ideals are like the beauty of the sky The kite floats around and has nothing to rely on. They must never fly a kite, so they don’t know that the kite string is actually very strong, and Franklin can’t figure out what lightning does without our kite. No one can. Forcing me, but I promise that this is the last time I talk about the word ideal. I have thoroughly felt that this is a shameless and irresponsible behavior. No one has the right to drag others from another road or kick others. In the past.
I’ll jump if I have energy. It’s silly to fly my kite and spend my energy on proof questions. " I think this is a great work, because it’s just like the Dream of Red Mansions. Different people can use it to complete their own YY (TrustNo1 language). Looking towards the outside world and history, some people have seen the New Left’s reflection or transcendence of the Old Left from the Fight Club; in my usual self-dissection, the more important fact is only one point: it has completely changed and shaped. my life.
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