When a new 4K disc of a beloved movie comes out, there's always a bit of a feeding frenzy – as technical reviewers break down every pixel to compare it to past Blu-ray releases and tell you which you should be buying. Some parts of that hype can be a little trying, but broadly I'm a big fan of the boost in interest and viewership that a new transfer can give movies.
Fight Club wasn't a film that I expected to revisit under my own steam particularly soon, I must admit. I love a bit of David Fincher, but some of his movies have a grimness and a grittiness that make a rewatch feel daunting. That's true of Seven, and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, and it's true of Fight Club.
