He [David Fincher] hit his stride again with “Fight Club,” […] Still, this adrenalized jolt of designer nihilism tapped right into late-capitalist disaffection and premillennial anxiety.

Iago: For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Recognize these people? Dutch asked, pointing to the rogues' gallery. I nodded. All of 'em. Cutthroats to the man.

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