::sigh:: The more I try to articulate what made me feel bad about liking this movie, the less of a grip I seem to have on it.
And I'm not--I should probably make clear--complaining that the movie SHOULD be about women. Because, no. Except in the sense that anomie--disconnection--is a social/generational problem, which the movie seems to be claiming as uniquely male.
Or, no, let me reverse myself, and--hallelujah, ladies and gentlemen, my sense of humor has finally been resurrected from the dead--Tyler is claiming anomie is uniquely male. The existence of Marla, and the fact she's doing exactly the same thing the narrator is doing at the beginning, proves he's wrong.
no subject
::sigh:: The more I try to articulate what made me feel bad about liking this movie, the less of a grip I seem to have on it.
And I'm not--I should probably make clear--complaining that the movie SHOULD be about women. Because, no. Except in the sense that anomie--disconnection--is a social/generational problem, which the movie seems to be claiming as uniquely male.
Or, no, let me reverse myself, and--hallelujah, ladies and gentlemen, my sense of humor has finally been resurrected from the dead--Tyler is claiming anomie is uniquely male. The existence of Marla, and the fact she's doing exactly the same thing the narrator is doing at the beginning, proves he's wrong.
Subjectivity is a bitch.