HOW TO NOT LOVE THIS FILM? TELL ME.

Bring on the psych. Bring on the madness. David Fincher is a godsend.

Pitt & Norton will bombard. And intimidate. And impress. And awaken your sleeping shambolic soul. Bringing lots of goosebumps. In the beginning. And middle. And end. And in the film's afterlife.

Wait, is that real blood? Is that real pain? Are those real realities in real reality? Are you kidding me? Are you joking? What is this? Where am I? Who the what is why? Oh, shut up your mind. Fight! Fight! Fight! Don't tell anyone. There is a safe word. Safe word is Fight-Club-is-a-masterpiece.

Oh by the way, there will be penguins.