This film looks into the life of a thirty year old mundane car company employee who travels to the sites of accidents to appraise product recall costs. He has everything he could need, a stable job, and almost every bit of IKEA furniture he could want. Despite this, he can not sleep, and has not slept for many days. His body is always in a state of unawareness, yet he still can't seem to get his eyes to close. For him, nothing matters, until the invention of Fight Club. Through this club, he sees that we are all created equal, and according to Tyler, this is the only way that the world will better again. At first, the nameless narrator agrees, and goes along with Tyler. But by the end of the story, he realizes that everything that he had come to believe, was actually very, very wrong.
He remains nameless throughout the film in order to emphasize that he could be any other guy, “This is your life. And it is ending one minute at a time. If you wake up at a different time, at a different place, could you wake up a different person?” He is not speaking of literally waking up in another body, but of waking up with a different identity, starting fresh everyday. He displays this when he goes to his focus groups, picking a different name for each group: Cornelius, Rupert, Travis. He could be any man in the nineties unfufilled by himself, trying to complete not his soul, but that last painting for his wall. His belongs show how much wealth he has. He found relief in crying about his non-existent diseases. The film stresses the fact that nothing really matters. He loses his entire apartment, and every piece of furniture that he had collected to become a whole person, and it was gone within seconds. He didn't cry, he didn't fight, all he did was look for a place to stay for the night. What else could he do? It was material goods, that he could never have back. Everything was that way, single serve. Even people were dispensable, single serve per say. People sitting next...