Metacritic reviews

Delivers a sucker punch to the audience and then pulls the rug out from under it. It is sensational. It is also grimly funny.

Fight Club -- cue the blurb machine -- is a knockout.

The sardonic, testosterone-fueled science fiction of Fight Club touches a raw nerve.

As a piece of storytelling, Fight Club is a bit of a dud: It's a good 15 minutes too long, and the tension doesn't build the way you wish it would.

A provocative experience that lights you up even as it brutalizes you. And I don't even like Brad Pitt very much.

Keeps filmgoers wondering what will happen next even as they are repulsed by what's happening in front of them.

It's fun to talk about...but the price you pay is enduring its excesses and pummeled-home thematic points.

This exercise in mainstream masochism, macho posturing, and designer-grunge fascism is borderline ridiculous. But it also happens to be David Fincher's richest movie.

But the second act is pandering and the third is trickery, and whatever Fincher thinks the message is, that's not what most audience members will get.

But imagination and energy are often not enough. On balance, this is the dumbest of the entries in Hollywood's anti-consumerist new wave.