With a title like Fight Club (1999) you know what you’re getting going in . . . sort of. The less said about the plot of this brain-twister of a mind-warp of a head-screw the better. Suffice it to say, the Big Lie is finally exposed! Now, Mr. Skin is more a lover than a fighter, so I’m happy to say that the Big Lay is also exposed in the form of the thoroughly hot Helena Bonham Carter, the sex object of our punch-drunk hero. Horny Helena is such a bad girl that she’s smoking in the sack in more ways than one. Her two skin scenes sandwich the constant fisticuffs, both physical and intellectual, that make this a club well worth joining.