There are films that slipped through the cracks, not finding their stride upon release. Either these films baffled critics, were ignored by audiences, or became subjected to the whims of a cruel market.
Even if Reznor and Ross produce little that would not have felt at home on their recent collaborations, Fincher's application of their unsettling abilities to his unnerving movie feels like one of the project's multiple strokes of inspired genius.
It's an inelegant but provocative means to measure Benjamin and Daisy's ostensibly transcendent connection: as he grows young and she grows old, they share but a single moment when their bodies and visions and hopes can easily coincide.
Does capitalism have you by the balls? If you're feeling a little limp lately, a little flaccid, emasculated, or impotent, then David Fincher's Fight Club may just have your number. This film kicks butt, and in doing so it also manages to suggest that your need for it and for other butt-kicking films is a late capitalist symptom of contemporary psychosis.