Fewer films have developed a more rabid cult following than 1999's Fight Club. Based on the novel by Chuck Palahniuk and directed by David Fincher (The Social Network), this flick elevated male aggression to high art by tapping into a zeitgeist fomented by a decade of PC thuggery. Sure, cinema buffs can rattle on about male identity and rank consumerism, but most of us just appreciate watching dudes mirthfully beating the ever-loving shit out of each other. Dig rock vocalist Meat Loaf as a man coping with testicular cancer and his glorious bitch tits.
Wed., March 14, 7:30 p.m., 2012