The first rule of Fight Club 2 is: We talk about Fight Club 2. Second rule of Fight Club 2: We talk about Fight Club 2. I wondered a few times how many other authors wrote that same beginning to their Fight Club 2 review. I’d assume many but I’m too lazy to verify, so here, I guess we and the world will never know the true answer.
The twisted story of insomnia and schizophrenia returns from the twisted mind of Chuck Palahniuk. He’s most likely sane, but he sure does produce some insane shit. Fight Club 2 has arrived, not in the form of another best selling novel or highly acclaimed film, but in a form I don’t think Fight Club has ever been introduced to before, comic books.
Chuck is joined by artist Cameron Stewart to bring Sebastian back to the “real” world, the world he loathes but is drugged into surviving in. Things continued to happen with Marla after the shocking ending of Fight Club, and their suburban lifestyle is stealing both of their wills to live. While Sebastian unknowingly continues to drag his way through life, Tyler Durden continues to run things, just like old times, but in a much larger scale.
First thing Fight Club 2 does is put the conspiracy theory that Marla and everyone else were all figments of Sebastian’s imagination to rest, or at least I think it does. I guess he still could be imagining the lives of Marla and his *spoiler* son, but I highly doubt it. Fight Club 2 runs a similar gamut as the first movie, essentially reliving the whole, “You’re not your fucking khakis” line.
It’s cryptically written as one would suspect from Chuck, and the shuffled storyboards that hide objects and highlight others is a very nice touch and one that helps it stand out as a Palahniuk piece. Can it do something to surprise us though? Has Fight Club ruined Fight Club 2? There’s a cliffhanger at the end of Fight Club 2, and until we read issues 2 and on, only Chuck and Cameron Stewart know that answer.