Writer: Chuck Palahniuk
Artist: Cameron Stewart
Publisher: Dark Horse Comics
Released: 24th June 2015
There’s no shining up this one. Fight Club 2 #2 has now officially plopped down, and the only thing to do with it is to flush it away as soon as possible, open the window and spray the heck out of the room to remove the foul stench of it’s existence.
Fight Club #2 is Nirvana, grown up, married, buried, not dead, but it might as well be. The narrative follows a bored suburban couple. The man is old, tired and useless, his wife is having an affair, but because it’s Fight Club, she’s having an affair with the married bloke’s alter ego, Tyler six-pack. Throw in a child kidnapping (Yawn, somebody call Liam Neeson) and vague references to change (call Obama) and you have your book.
It’s very boring, the jokes are ‘cool’ and meaningless, and nothing about it holds any interest to me, mainly because, as I said before, it’s a 1990’s relic, rejuvenated for nostalgia cool, and not something that should be read by anybody under the age of about thirty-five.
I’m over the age of thirty-five, and I remember the movie when it was first released. It was cool, we thought it was saying something, and it probably was, but what it said was largely back-drop to the all pervading ‘cool.’ The world watched, took nothing from, it other than entertainment value, and carried on doing the same voting, buying and moaning that they always do.
Fight Club was a movie that appeared to be revolutionary, but that was surface, as this comic book now proves. No revolution is happening here. Don’t expect it from career cool people, and don’t expect it from those hanging onto 90’s glories.
I decided to give Fight Club 2 a chance. After two issues I’m done with it. Nirvana were great, move on, get something new. Fight Club was great, move on, get something new.
Rating: 3/10 (Redundant)
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