Bit of a sidebar here: I went back to our first ever movie draft to make sure I wasn't retreading old ground, and two thoughts occurred to me:
1: I have no clue why I never picked Back to the Future before it was swiped by someone else in the 6th round. What could I possibly have been thinking? Sure, my first two picks make sense, but after that I skipped a top ten favorite since childhood in favor of some novelty picks? Even if I was trying to "appeal to the voters" with some popcorn blockbusters, Back to the Future is exactly that. So, what's the deal past me? I ... got nothing.
2: I should have never lost to Brick in the playoffs. His list was trash.
Moving on.
I've had a rather tumultuous relationship with my next pick. When it was first released, I refused to watch it, thinking it was little more than machismo frat/jock fightporn. After a friend finally convinced me to try it with the promise of a 'twist ending,' I'd swung around the other way thinking it the greatest narrative put to celluloid, spending my first year in college preaching its gospel unironically.
I then soured on it again, probably as a backlash to its growing popularity, especially within the groups I had initially labeled as its target audience, then distanced myself from it calling it exploitative, pseudo-philosophical, self-important and aggrandizing, overrated white male rage doctrine, and I hadn't actually seen it in years.
But the time away allowed me to approach it with fresh eyes and now I'm seeing it as something of a fairly clever satire of all the negative labels I'd spewed upon it earlier.
Or maybe not. What's truly exceptional about this film is that its subtle and sublime versatility hold up to so many interpretations. They are all simultaneously true and untrue at the same time. It is the Schrödinger's Cat of American pop cinema - both shallow and deep depending on who's viewing it and what they mine from its content.
Or maybe it's a Rorschach Test.
Either way, it's my second pick.
F is for ...
Fight Club (1999)
I wanted a smaller graphic, but it seems everything about this movie has to be oversized and in your face. Anyway ...
One of the more interesting interpretations I've read about this movie is that its a twisted vision of an adult Calvin and Hobbes.
"Jack" the Narrator is an adult Calvin disillusioned with society and his role in it. Tyler Durden is Hobbes, the imaginary pet tiger who philopshizes his nihilistic views of humanity. Marla Singer is a grown-up Susie Derkins for whom Calvin can't realize his seething hatred is actually repressed attraction. Robert "Bob" Paulson is bully Moe whose overt alpha masculinity eventually turns on him in the form of HGH injections inadvertently upping his estrogen levels. Its a fairly hilarious and brilliant read on the symbolism.
But more importantly, it's indicative of why this film has found a second life within my own sphere. The "Capitalism has Emasculated the American Man!" narrative is legitimately only the excruciatingly shallow surface-interpretation of its message, and admittedly where many, myself included, get caught. If you grow out of that particular brand of mouth-foaming, then as a matter of course, you end up having to leave the film behind.
Happily, I would later discover that interpretation is aggressively narrow, and the film works as a criticism of those very beliefs as well, wondering aloud if those who have found themselves unfulfilled only have manufactured violence as an outlet. Given how the story ends, it would seem the film itself is saying a punctuated no.
And regardless, even if the message of the movie is ultimately irrelevant, as I'm sure it is to most simply looking for a bit of escapism, it is really rather special as that too. The dialogue is among the best in film, with quotable (if raunchy) lines throughout. I'd put it a single tier lower than Casablanca in that department. The Easter eggs of Tyler popping up before he's introduced are still fun long after the "twist" has been revealed. Philosophy aside, when it comes right down to it, Fight Club is entertaining. Just as fun in a "don't think about it and eat your popcorn" kind of way as any other blockbuster would be.
I'm glad I've rediscovered it.