We hope that the Fight Club members are taking their first rule seriously. Because it looks like director Timur Bekmambetov heard about them. Wanted was awesome, fine. And we actually don’t think it’s The Matrix-y. Come on, that rug-weaving plot was so tongue-in-cheek. What a silly excuse for gore. Although that’s not to say we didn’t love the made in Russia car stunts and bullet-curving action that just set a new bar for this type of movies.
Our problem is that it’s Fight Club-by. And Fight Club is a dangerous cult movie to mess up with.
- The young bachelor who seems to have everything (job, house, partner) but is just too lost in a post-war, post-capitalist hyperreal world: CHECK.
- The resort to harnessing and using extreme physical and psychical abilities to be The Man: CHECK.
- The full control over the deeply-realized power of this super dude: CHECK.
- How to go beyond that? FAIL.
Is that the movie’s open edge for a sequel? Not an excuse. In the light of Fight Club, it becomes just cute. This Wesley Gibson (James McAvoy) guy, watch him from wormy to brawny. He can be part of Fight Club. Oh, and have a peek at pretty Fox (Angelina Jolie) too. “What the hell have you done lately?” becomes a “Hey, remember Fight Club? It’s our little secret.”
If you’re a Fight Club fanatic, we’re warning you. But if you just love cars flipping over without getting damaged or you want to see Morgan Freeman as non-god, or curving un-stray bullets give you goosebumps or you’re so broke you wanna see how to ride the train without a ticket, go see it. Now if you’ll excuse us, we just have to draw a paraffin bath.