Fight Club (1999)

Just as ballsy and brutal more than a decade since its release, Fight Club remains every bit the resonant anthem of apathy and despondency it was years ago. Watching Edward Norton's insomniac cum ringmaster utterly decimate and remake his life is still such perfect fuel for self-analysis, and the cathartic release of bareknuckle combat comes as a punchline whose joke is often too depressing to be spoken. Few movies in the last generation have said as much to the anger and disappointment and aimlessness of the times, and fewer still dare to propose such unrelenting purpose and planning as if it were a good idea. The times may have changed, but the message and its relevance have not, and while some may find its siren song of chaos horrifying, it is nonetheless seductive. Rare is the film that is as dangerous, or as right.

10 out of 10.