David Fincher - Fight Club (Tyler Durden) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

JACK (V.O.)
Let me tell you a little bit about Tyler Durden.

EXTREME CLOSE-UP - FILM FRAME

--And we can see it's a PENIS.

INT. PROJECTIONIST ROOM - THEATRE - NIGHT

Jack, in the foreground, FACES CAMERA. In the BACKGROUND, Tyler sits
at a bench, looking at individual FRAMES that have been cut out of
movies. Near him, the PROJECTOR rolls a film.

JACK
Tyler works some nights as a projectionist. A film doesn't come in one
big reel ...

Tyler speaks to Jack normally, not to the camera.

TYLER
In an old theatre, two projectors are used. I have to change
projectors at the exact second so the audience never sees the break
when one reel starts and one reel runs out. You can see two dots on
screen at the end of a reel -- this is the warning.

PG 36

JACK
He splices single frames of genitalia from porno movies into family
films.

TYLER
One-twenty-forth of a second. That's how long the penis flashes up
there. Towering, slippery, red and terrible, and no one knows they've
seen it.

Jack and Tyler watch the audience of PARENTS and CHILDREN as an ANIMAL
adventure MOVIE plays. Suddenly, children start becoming uncomfortable
and squirming. Some start CRYING. Some THROW UP.

JACK
Tyler also worked as a ...

INT. LARGE BANQUET HALL - NIGHT

Tyler moves the cart around one of many tables, ladling out soup.

Jack stands in the same position. FACING CAMERA.

JACK
... banquet waiter at the luxurious Pressman Hotel.

The GUESTS are dressed in resplendent clothes, reeking of wealth and
privilege. They command the WAITERS with snaps of the finger.
Complaints pop like gunshots. The stiff-necked CATERING MANAGER
contemptuously hawk-eyes the waiters. It's hellish.

INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR - NIGHT

Jack turns and WE PAN to Tyler, standing by a CART with a giant SOUP
TUREEN and bowls. His hands are at his open fly and he's in position
to piss into the soup.

TYLER
Don't watch. I can't if you watch me.

CAMERA PANS to original position as Jack continues TO CAMERA.

JACK
He was a guerrilla terrorist of the food service industry.

TYLER (O.S.)
Shit. I can't go.

PG 37

After a beat, the sound of WATER SPLASHING the floor. Jack peeks and
sees Tyler pouring out a water glass with one hand, the other hand at
his crotch.

TYLER
... Oh, yeah. *Oh*, yeah.

Jack turns back TO CAMERA.

JACK
He farted on creme brulee; he sneezed on braised endive; and, with
creme of mushroom soup, he ... he ...

TYLER (O.S.)
Go ahead. Say it.

JACK
Well, you get the idea.