Pitt stop Fight Club 1999 | 139mins | dir: David Fincher | starring: Brad Pitt, Helena Bonham Carter, Edward Norton | 9.15pm, BBC2, Saturday 15 May reviewed by Lebby Eyres [email] uploaded: 09-05-2004 Saturday night’s alright for fighting - because, this week, a six-packed Brad Pitt shows off his muscles in Fight Club While the world concentrates on the sight of Brad Pitt in a skirt, it seemed sensible to take a look at Jennifer Aniston’s hubby in one of his earlier incarnations – as Tyler Durden in Fight Club. This film is famous, among the female population at least, for its fabulous poster of Brad Pitt’s six-pack. An invitation to the ladies if ever there was one. However, be warned - apart from Brad's muscley bod, not much else in the film is aimed at womankind. The website shouts “Gentlemen, welcome to Fight Club” as soon as you enter it. Helena Bonham Carter has a starring role (and worse, she gets to shag Brad Pitt). There’s lots of blood. So if none of that sounds good, beware, because Fight Club’s got the kind of ending which makes you want to watch the film all over again. In it, Brad Pitt plays the organiser of an underground bare-knuckle fighting club, where emasculated white-collar workers can get their kicks kicking the shit out of other blokes. Edward Norton, the “narrator”, is so bored of his tedious, consumerist way of life that joining the club is the only way out. Of course, it inevitably all spirals out of control, and the boxing club soon becomes a neo-fascist organisation hell bent, as such organisations are, on taking over the world. But, helpfully, along the way they do come up with the ideal solution for all the fat that’s left over after liposuction. However, it would be churlish of us not to recommend that you give it a go. At the very least, it’s probably a timely reminder, as a painfully miscast Mr Pitt shows off his shoulder length locks in Troy, that he can act. Or used to be able to. Best quote: "I want you to hit me as hard as you can" Tyler Durden rating: 6/10 Testosterone-fuelled fight fests might not be up your street, but if they are why not get in touch with your own inner football hooligan? [Dallas: War of the Ewings]