I might be on thin ground with this.
Maybe the first rule of plot implausibility is that you don't talk about plot implausibility.
Then again, although I've seen this film several times, I've never actually seen the very end of it, so perhaps there's some big chunk of explanation that I've simply missed.
But not knowing what the hell I'm talking about has never barred me from opining before, so I don't really see why it should start now.
So here goes:
I can see where, if coming out of a bar and spotting two guys beating the crap out of each other, I would be intrigued. And I can see where, once I got an idea of what was going on, I might be tempted to join in - writers as diverse as Hemingway and Wodehouse have written about the sublime meaning of boxing. And once I joined in, if one of the ring-leaders started serving up helpings of dorm room bull session anti-Establishment cant, I might be inclined to listen to them. My crew coach in college was a past-master at this kind of thing. And once I started listening to said cant from said ring-leader, yes, I can see how I might eventually be converted into an econo-terrorism zealot.
But if I come out of that bar and see one guy beating the crap out of himself? Well.....I don't think I'm going to look on him as potential Fuhrer material. Know what I mean?
Just saying.
Posted by Robert at May 26, 2005 07:18 AMWouldn't that be an awesome sequel? Fight Club II: Electric Bugaloo. Everyone in the club beats the crap out of themselves. Yeah!
Posted by: zonker at May 26, 2005 08:26 AM