I fuck who you want to fuck. No Brad, no movie. Who, ironically, would probably have no truck with those on the internet who essentially want to be Brad Pitt. Love film? If you would like to comment on this story or anything else you have seen on BBC Culture, head over to our Facebook page or message us on Twitter. And if you liked this story, sign up for the weekly bbc. Film Film history. Share using Email. By David Barnett 23rd July Fight Club the movie is brutal, sexy, violent, stylish and has a powerful message.
The crucial twist The big twist that Bradshaw refers to is, of course, that The Narrator and Tyler Durden are one and the same. Not everybody thinks Tyler Durden is the bad guy of the piece — many consider him the hero. I've always felt the story was about fixing one person rather than fixing society — Chuck Palahuniuk. And when asked what his name is, Fincher cleverly cuts to the next shot without an answer. Tyler and Marla regularly see each other, but the narrator is ordered not to mention his name.
But Tyler phones the narrator back after not picking up. This is impossible, so the narrator was surely just talking to himself. Related: What is breaking the fourth wall? Examples in movies and TV. This one might be the most famous of all the clues and hints in Fight Club , especially in web articles and internet forum discussions.
The narrator is initially addicted to self-help groups, during which Tyler flashes on screen for a split second. It happens so fast you can barely see it, just like how Tyler cuts inappropriate images into movie theater reels. In any other movie, this would be a continuity goof. The whole way through Fight Club , the narrator suffers from severe insomnia. I don't know why, I don't know. Never been in a fight, you? Tyler Durden : No, man it's not. How much can you know yourself if you've never been in a fight?
I don't wanna die with out any scars. Narrator : Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip. Narrator : Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years. Narrator : Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone. Narrator : What do you do? Tyler Durden : What do you mean? Narrator : What do you do for a living? You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, and in all probability, he HATES you.
It's not the worst thing that can happen. Tyler Durden : Fuck damnation, man! Narrator : First person that comes out this fucking door gets a Narrator : Fuck. Tyler Durden : Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart. Narrator : How embarrassing Narrator : I am Jack's raging bile duct. Narrator : Oh, yeah, Chloe Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody.
Chloe : Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time.
I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite Group Leader : Thank you, Chloe Narrator : Hello? Tyler Durden : [Eating breakfast cereal] Who is this? Narrator : Tyler? Tyler Durden : Who is this? We had the same suitcase.
Tyler Durden : Oh yeah, right. Tyler Durden : Ok? Narrator : I called a second ago, th - there was no answer, I'm at the payphone Tyler Durden : So what's up, huh? Narrator : Uh, well You're not gonna believe this Narrator : So when the snooty cat, and the courageous dog, with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film.
Narrator : Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did Tyler Durden : A nice, big cock Narrator : Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work. Narrator : Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup. Narrator : It's just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled.
Narrator : I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person? Narrator : By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV. Narrator : What are we doing tonight? Tyler Durden : Tonight? We make soap. Narrator : Really. Tyler Durden : To make soap, first we render fat. Narrator : I've found a new one. Marla Singer : Oh, is it a testicle thing? Narrator : I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting.
Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened. Narrator : And then, Tyler was gone. Narrator : Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing.
It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church. Narrator : Most of the week we were Ozzie and Harriet, but every Saturday night we were finding something out: we were finding out more and more that we were not alone. It used to be that when I came home angry and depressed I'd just clean my condo, polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should have been looking for a new condo. I should have been haggling with my insurance company.
I should have been upset about my nice, neat, flaming little shit. But I wasn't. Narrator : Fuck you! Fuck Fight Club! Fuck Marla! I am sick of all your shit! Marla Singer : I wish I could return the favor. Narrator : There's not a lot of breast cancer in the men in my family. Marla Singer : I could check your prostate. Narrator : [voiceover] It must've been Tuesday.
He was wearing his cornflower-blue tie. Narrator : [] If you could fight any celebrity, who would you fight? Tyler Durden : Alive or dead? Narrator : Doesn't matter. Who'd be tough? Tyler Durden : Hemingway.
Narrator : Shatner. I'd fight William Shatner. Narrator : I just need to know if you've seen Tyler. Proprietor of Dry Cleaners : I'm not disclosed to bespeak any such information to you, nor would I, even if I had said information you want, at this juncture be able.
Narrator : [Resigned] You're a moron. Narrator : [V. O] This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits. O] This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me Robert 'Bob' Paulson : We're still men. Narrator : [slightly muffled due to Bob's enormous breasts] Yes, we're men.
Men is what we are. Narrator : Eight months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit Robert 'Bob' Paulson : They're gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid.
O] Between those huge sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big. Narrator : I want bowel cancer. Narrator : He was full of pep. Must've had his grande-latte enema. Narrator : I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around. Narrator : Why wasn't I told about Project Mayhem? Tyler Durden : What are you talking about? Narrator : Why didn't you include me, in the beginning?
Narrator : You know what, I really think it's time you got out of here. Marla Singer : Oh don't worry, I'm leaving. Narrator : Not that we don't enjoy your little visits Marla Singer : You know you are such a nutcase, I can't even begin to keep up!
Narrator : [] No, you have a house. Tyler Durden : Rented in your name. Narrator : You have jobs! You have a whole life! Tyler Durden : You have night jobs because you can't sleep.
Or you stay up and make soap. Narrator : Marla. You're fucking Marla, Tyler. Narrator : Oh my God. Inspector Bird : [] Here's where the infant's head went through the wind-shield.
Three points. Narrator : A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 miles per hour. The rear differential locks up Inspector Dent : The teenager's braces are still wrapped around the backseat ashtray. Might make a good anti-smoking ad. Narrator : The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Inspector Bird : The father must have been huge, see where the fat burned to the seat? The polyester shirt?
Very modern art. Narrator : [being embraced by Bob at the group therapy session for Testicular Cancer] Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one. Narrator : I'm gonna go inside, and I'm gonna get a shovel. Tyler Durden : Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Narrator : Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well Tyler Durden : [snickers] Go ahead.
Tell 'em. Narrator : Do you want me to deprioritize my current reports until you advise me of a status upgrade?
Richard Chesler : Yes. Make these your primary action items. Narrator : Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume.
Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night.
I suppose these things happen. Group Leader : [] Now we're going to open the green door, the heart chakra. Group Leader : Imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light. It moves over your body healing you. Now keep this going, remember to breathe, and step forward to the back door of the room. Where does it lead? Into your cave. Stepping forward into your cave. Narrator : Every evening I died. And every evening I was born again. Bob lived me because he thought my testicles were removed, too.
Pressed against his tits. Ready to cry. This was my vacation. And she ruined everything. This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. Then at Hope, my bimonthly sickle cell circle. Marle, the big tourist. I couldn't cry.
So once again, I couldn't sleep. Tyler Durden : [] Did you know if you mixed equal parts of gasoline, orange juice concentrate you can make napalm? Narrator : No, I did not know that. I know I'm not supposed to, but I'm going to talk about it. It's a stellar ride of a movie, and if you've managed to make it this far in life without getting spoiled on the film's major plot twist, you've either been living in complete isolation for the past couple of decades, or you just don't get out much.
Either way, I'm here to spoil some of the film's magic for you, clueing you in on some of the film's subtler hints towards the story's bigger picture. This narrator has hit rock bottom in his life. He no longer finds joy in the monotony of his days, and he actively despises the humdrum of his daily grind at a corporate office where he is at the mercy of his boss. He has terrible insomnia and tries to find relief from his lack of sleep by attending support groups for people suffering from illnesses which he truly does not have.
Eventually, he meets a man named Tyler Durden Brad Pitt who specializes in making and selling soap.
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