'We're very, very pissed off' (Fight Club)

Published by Iris in Movies, Memorable Scenes,
Published on 04/16/10 at 07:43:31 pm using 378 words.

Here’s to gaining some perspective on consumerism and childish wants in the company of one Tyler Durden.

I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential. And I see it squandered. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas. Waiting tables. Slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on televison to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

(Fight Club)

Narrator: When you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that’s it. That’s the last sofa I’ll need. Whatever else happens, got that sofa problem handled. I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent. A wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete.

Tyler: Shit man, now it’s all gone.

Narrator: All… gone.

Tyler: All gone.

Do you know what a duvet is?

Narrator: A comforter.

Tyler: It’s a blanket. Just a blanket. Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we, then?

Narrator: I don’t know. Consumers.

Tyler: Right. We’re consumers. We’re by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty. These things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine. Viagra. Olestra.

Narrator: Martha Stewart.

Tyler: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may. But that’s me, I could be wrong. Maybe it’s a terrible tragedy.

(Fight Club)

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