Take Ed Norton, Brad Pitt and Helena Bonham Carter, shake vigorously, and you have the main ingredients for what, in this writer's view, is one of the most original films to be produced in years – Fight Club .

Oh, sure it may be juvenile, cultish, sophomoric and so many other things I could say to put it down, but I love the film Fight Club the same way I admit, somewhat shamefully, that at one time in my life, I actually listened to and liked and perhaps even loved The Violent Femmes. (No, I don't have any of their records anymore, because this was back in the day before CDs for those who remember the lovely smell of vinyl and how the unique sound of the needle as it touched down and made that static, sweet crackling sound through the speakers.)

The premise of Fight Club begins deceptively simply enough: our main character, Ed Norton (whose character name remains vague for the first part of the film), seems reasonably normal enough, albeit with some strange habits such as the fact that he's a self-help/support group junkie, attending groups for everything from prostate cancer to