Fight Club

SY didn't have to work last night (sort of), so we got under the covers and watched an old favorite.  Fight Club is the kind of movie that's fantastic to play while you have sex.  The score is high energy, the violence is intense, and Helena Bonham Carter looks fabulous in the way that a skanky emo girl with a classy thrift store taste looks (for the record, I have a secret crush on HBC, but I don't publicize it).  And SY has a ripped and shirtless Brad Pitt to look at, so I guess that's something too.  I mean for her.  I never found Mr. Aniston-Jolie that attractive, but I am heterosexual, so that might have something to do with it.

Anyway, we fell asleep before the end, right around the time Jared Leto's face went from Legolas to Rocky, and woke up as the title screen was sounding off a half minute snippet of the main title score in an infinite loop.  One time I fell asleep while watching The Sixth Sense and the thirty second score-loop on the title card gave me some really unsettled dreams.  It was pretty cool.