I saw Fight Club last night. Damn violent (as one would expect from the director of Se7en.) Seeing Fight Club by myself reminded me that i saw The Sixth Sense and 12 Monkeys alone, as well. I don't mention this as commentary on the apparent death of my social life. Rather, (at the risk of spoiling the movies) it's kind of weird seeing these "Is the narrator sane, crazy or in his own world?"-type movies alone. You end up walking out to the parking lot thinking, "Could i be imagining all of this? Hmm.. well at least my car is still parked in the same place... I think..."
The sociological perspective is also a bit disturbing. There seems to be an increase in these types of movies. Could that be because (as a society) we're creating a cadre of alienated, freaked-out, doubting-their-sanity white guys, who are beginning to wonder if the world they experience is really "there" or a fantasy? It's all very Zen, but i don't feel very safe driving home from the movie theatre, thinking, "If both me and the driver of approaching car are in this Nihilistic or 'Reality isn't really real' state of mind, what's really stopping us from testing this with a mutual head-on collision..." I mean, why should we stay in our lanes if it's all an illusion?