In March at Transmissions we're delving into what masculinity means to those who come by it hard, through blood, sweat and tears, and what it looks like when people transgress against it.
Transf@gs, meatheads, studs, snakes, angels, lovers, and those who use violence as language and currency will walk the halls of our screen in search of a masculinity they can claim, can play at or just leave discarded.
We couldn't chart depictions of masculinity on screen without stopping for gas right at the brink of the millennium, and looking back at David Fincher's seminal, wilfully misunderstood cult phenom Fight Club (1999).
A bombastic time capsule of Gen X malaise and American male identity in crisis, Fincher's classic Chuck Palahniuk adaptation stars Edward Norton (Sausage Party) as an insomniac office worker looking for relief at support groups for various illnesses he pretends to have who seems doomed to sleepwalk through the rest of a miserable corporate existence until he meets one Tyler Durden, a man with a plan.
Angry, homoerotic, loved and hated for all the wrong reasons, find us downstairs at Dalston Superstore for a special presentation of Fight Club (1999) from an original, plastic-wrapped, untouched, designed for your pleasure and mint condition VHS tape.
Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive
Subtitles are unfortunately unavailble due to the format.
Seating is a mixture of benches, backed chairs, bar stools, and floor space, and is first come, first served.