Fight Club

Seen a few years back, where it knocked us off our feet, the re-watch showed an interesting, beautifully rendered, more than quite-good piece of cinema that really caught the mood of the audiences.
Fincher's wonderfully grimy, dark, through a keyhole camera style (notable also in the excellent 'Seven') is fully in force, and the landscapes of the house, the netherworlds of insomnia, and the character of Helena Bonham-Carter (the best thing in the film, a little under-utilized) are terrific and engaging.
The dailogue is smart, if not particularly beautiful or meaningful, and in fact the excercise is rather more simplistic than remembered. This lends the film a fast, enagaging plot without a lot of emotional heft or beauty- the final scene is rather less powerful than remembered.
A fine plot it is though, even when one knows the twist, an interesting, sexy, fun ride through violence and cod-philosophy. The performances are perhaps the second-best thing about this film (after the look). Norton is the films centre, and in quietude could be overlooked, but really succeeds in at once humanizing his complex character. Pitt, a fine actor, does the spiels and schticks with great intensity. Bonham-Carter adds intelligence to what could have been a rather comicy role.
Fincher is a fine director, this isn't the greatest film ever but it is very exciting, very entertaining, and as mentioned very much a capture of a sometimes over-simplistic zeitgeist. An important film to see the world in 1999, and in truth a very good film.